To have meaningful impact anywhere in life, I must be willing to pay a price. To be “sparky”, I need to be on fire first - fire burns you before its little tongues ignite other patches. It is so easy to want another person’s ministry, job, and if the FM stations are to be believed, even spouses. It is another thing to lay down our lives for attainment of these dreams. Really, although we will not physically die, something has got to give in our lives.
See, anyone can dream. Ask our Members of Parliament. God is not bothered by our dreams. He gave us that capacity. He’s more concerned about our lack of commitment, brokenness and submission to the process of true success. We want riches quickly. We care not for the process of time, which brings formation, which prepares us for position. We are like a woman who conceived last night and wants to give birth in a weeks’ time. The baby will die. It’s not ready for life. Someone said that talents and gifts would get a man to the top. But only character will keep him there. Aspiration is commendable. But is there nerve behind it? As I spire to spark others, even unknowingly as in my case, I must get ready for a fire. High positions are fiery positions. Only a refined change vessel can withstand the heat. And not just withstand the heat or self-sustain, but ignite others as well, become useful. As my friend so well put it: “the cost of the sparks, the very energy behind the fire that guards against the loss in hearts, the loss of desire for what true life demands, and what true purpose requires is to make of the common an art, to engage, to aspire” Boss and Branson continue to inspire many. They have made it in the eyes of the world. Their sparks light up their worlds. They dreamed. They also worked for their dreams. Now they can light other people’s worlds. Branson can adopt a baby elephant as easily as he releases billions towards eradication of malaria in Kenya. That’s a spark. How about me, a child of the living God? Shall I pay the price to spark others? Remember I shine His light. It is His fire, not my own. That is why my spark can be felt behind the walls, why it can count behind closed doors, why it can remain unseen but still be meaningful. Because true success is doing what moves the heart of God, not the hands of men. Only a lit lamp is worthy of being put on a table. Unlit lamps are not only unsightly but count for nothing. We all have the potential to begin major fires. Question is, shall we die a little more to self so that this fire does not consume us? And when the fire finally roars, can it go a little further than just fueling our lives; can it also ignite others around us? About The Author: Ngina Kariuki brought us "The Branded", a column telling of the woman's joy of being a unique brand from Heaven. She chronicles life lessons in a funny, provocative, refreshing, powerful yet Scriptural way. » Post Comment
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