One of the things I like about the book of Ephesians is its practicality. It is a book chock full of instructions. Most of the time, I am not very fond of instruction. In fact, out of this very mouth have come the words, Instructions are for wimps! However, we are in a season of chaos. We need all the help we can get.
Men seldom ask for directions. Directions are for wimps. Real men don’t stop long enough to ask for directions. We are the last of a dying breed. Pioneers. Did Lewis and Clark stop and ask for directions? No! Did the first settlers stop and ask for directions? No! Did Moses stop and ask for directions when he led the Israelites out of the wilderness? No! Of course, Moses wandered in the wilderness for forty years. But we don’t want to admit that. Instructions are for wimps!
I don’t need directions. I don’t need instructions. It may be three hours past our proposed Thanksgiving Dinner, and Aunt Mabel’s house is nowhere in sight. I don’t care. It may be the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. Except for me, I’m up in the living room trying to figure out how to get the batteries in a“TRANSFORMER.” I don’t care. Instructions are for wimps!
But, truthfully, I’m feeling a little wimpy right now. How about you? Does life feel like a life-sucking vampire, and are you feeling a quart or two low? If this is the case, I am reminding you of two things: 1.) “Be careful how you live…making the most of the time because the days are evil.” Feed your spirit. Return to church. Spend time with the Lord. Live wisely. 2.) Remember, when we are weak, he is strong.