We often talk about ‘building of faith’… but what does this look like?

Reflecting on my only life I discover the question really goes straight to the core… simply because it revolves around that which is at the core – my purpose.

Now if I was to ask who had a clearly defined purpose in life who could confidently put there hand up and say yes….

I suppose a more general question would be who thinks it is important?

Well hopefully in what I briefly share I am able to stir some thought and challenge you as God as been challenging me... Because our purpose (the why) transpires to vision (the where) shaping the mission (the how to) which ultimately determines values (how I live out everyday).

Hidden within the gospels is one of the greatest pictures of what it means to worship.

…Let me paint the scene…

Jesus has been invited out for a feed. He has His posse there and they have just kicked back at the table.

Now their host for the evening was one of those religious guys… a real political heavy weight at the time. An election around the corner… a sudden change in the leadership of the party… what better time to wine and dine a guy such as Jesus!

Radical in dress, behavior and philosophy… going from town to town with a rough group of guys… yet an amazing ability to draw crowds in the 1000’s… In the eyes of any political leader this guy was a wild card you probably wanted on your side.

It is an amazing concept isn’t it – time. Arguable the building bricks of life… It starts so innocently baby steps… school… it appears to speed up for a period of about 40 years until finally… wife by your side… caravan on the back… line in the water we drift of to sleep dreaming about the 300 yard drive we hit straight down the fair way this morning.

 You can just hear the words of “Maximus” echo in the forest; mounted on a horse, stirring the hearts of his troops… “WHAT YOU DO IN THIS LIFE ECHOS IN ETERNITY!”

 Yet considering it’s importance – despite being the fabric which makes up a human life isn’t it amazing how seldom it takes centre stage…. But still the time ticks on: seconds… minutes… hours.

 It is going too fast! We need to slow it down… if only I had done this differently… I wonder what would have become of that choice… I wish I never made that mistake….

 Yet on it ticks…