When I retired I didn’t receive the proverbial gold watch. As a matter of fact I didn’t even receive the standard fishing rod. But after forty years of service I was presented with a beautiful brass clock that sits proudly on the desk in my study. I look at it daily as I compose these writings of encouragement and love. It is a wonderful keepsake celebrating my working years and a faithful reminder of memories past.
It is square in dimension, sits on four small legs, has a round dial encased in tinted glass and shows the time in most major cities around the world. The second hand moves in a circular motion with the tip a silhouette of a jet plane moving across a black background.
Someday I hope to receive another reward, this time for service to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
I am on the marketing committee at church, write devotionals for the congregation, compose Christian essays for various outreach publications, participate in prayer sessions and have written a book on the presence of God. I have even become a Stephen Minister. These are considered good works.
“For we are God’s workmanship,
created in Jesus Christ to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
But there is more, much more. Only by following the One who shepherds the lost will I find my future revealed and my destination assured. He is the answer, the hope and the way. I need to constantly study His instructions by reading the Word, listen for His message through prayer and to forever petition the Holy Spirit to dwell within this sinner’s heart of hearts.
Then and only then will I receive an invitation to my final retirement party.
I pray it will be held in a place called paradise.