Tomorrow is the devil’s day, but today is God’s. Satan does not care how spiritual your intentions are, or how holy your resolutions, if only they are determined to be done tomorrow. -J. C. Ryle
I am thankful this quote gets shared, week after week, with the young men and the middle-aged men and the old men that come through Snowbird (the camp I am working at this summer). The quote above speaks loudly. What are we doing with today?
Friday nights here at camp are a time when many turn their eyes and commit their hearts to Jesus. There is no hand raising ceremony, no required visit to the altar, no specified prayer. Simply put, the Gospel is presented, time and time again, morning and night throughout the week. We trust that through the teaching and preaching of God’s Word, the Holy Spirit will lead the lost to acknowledge their sin, confess and repent, and give their everything to Jesus. We long for genuine response to the cross of Christ, for the salvation of the lost.
Last night, I was outside of the meeting room after the sermon, talking with different students and youth leaders. I went into the meeting room to talk with anyone who had lingered desiring to pray. I saw my friend Bill sitting by himself on the front row of seats. Bill works here. I went and sat next to him and asked if he needed prayer for anything. He said not right now, because he was praying for everyone in the room and for the share groups that would be happening later on in the night.
I told Bill that I was grateful for him, because I am. While talking for a few minutes, we heard people crying, groups laughing, friends embracing, and the like. People were convicted. People were giving their lives to Jesus. People were letting go of sin. People were choosing to take up the lives God has called them to, laying themselves down. Bill stopped our conversation and stared at me. He left a bit of quiet for both of us to listen and to turn our heads around the room.
Then Bill said something simple and solid, and it stuck. It comes from a child-like faith, a heart that loves when Jesus is on the move. A life less concerned with the things of this world. Bill was taking in all that was happening. His words were these. I am hearing them in his voice even now: “I love it when the Devil’s day is ruined, I just love that. Don’t you love that Greg? It’s the best.”
It is the best. I love Bill.