I love it when I learn something new. I’m 55 years old and still learning everyday (sometimes the hard way — ha!).

In Colossians 3:1 (and several other places in the Bible, Jesus is described or portrayed as “seated at the right hand of God”. I’ve always viewed the “right hand of God” as the place of honor, a highly esteemed place, a position of authority.

But this morning in my reading, I learned that Bible scholars also view the word “seated” as a metaphor for work being completed or finished. One is seated when the work is complete. Hebrews 1:3 helps explain:

After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven.

After He finished the work. After the Cross. After His sacrifice for sins. After He reconciled the world to Himself. It’s a picture of Christ’s work being completed once and for all. It’s a tremendous reminder that all my striving and struggling to be righteous is in vain; the work has been done. I can rest.

For me, this fills me with gratitude and compels me to live my life for the One who gave His all for me. It makes me worship Him.

I can rest because He is seated.

Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. (Colossians 3:1)

A String in the Air

My friend, Wayne, stopped by my office two days ago to talk. He asked me if I had time for lunch. I sharply replied, “No.” I then proceeded to tell him all about my busy schedule. Reports to finish, things to do, people to see… my life is busy. As I barely look up from my computer screen, I tell him that I just don’t have time.

Yes, my life at work IS busy. It is a virtual assembly-line of busywork, one thing after another. If I eat lunch, it’s in the car on the run, going from one busy thing to the next. I use my smartphone to manage my calendar and it alerts me to remember my next appointment. I hate being late. I hate running behind. I’m busy.

As I ponder all this busy-ness this morning, somehow I’m reminded of an adult Sunday school lesson I taught several years ago. I was trying to get everyone to understand visually the concept of eternity. I tied a string high up on a wall at one end of the room and fastened the other end at the same height at the other end of the room. I explained that this string is a timeline for eternity, except I said to imagine the sting running on a straight line through the wall, through the other walls in the building and out the door, through the parking lot, and on and on and on. Both directions.

Then I said, “Do you see the dot on the string right here?” I had placed a tiny mark on the string. Everyone strained to see the dot. I’m not sure they could even see it. I said, “That dot is the span of your life, compared to the immensity of eternity.”

I’m reminded of that dot and that string this morning as I ponder my busy-work. When it’s all said and done, God won’t ask me about my work, my reports, my deadlines and how well I managed my schedule. As I sit with Him for all eternity, He may ask me what I did with the vast array of people He sent my way. He will ask me, I fear, about what I did with the relationships He gave me.

Although my life is a speck on the timeline of eternity, it has a ripple effect on the folks I encounter every day, especially on the folks I have a relationship with. They are impacted by me – positively or negatively – and they, in turn, do the same to the folks they encounter. Andy Andrews calls it “The Butterfly Effect.” Google that sometime and watch a seven-minute video. It will give you perspective.

So will the memory of a string in the air, reminding me of what’s really important.

I think I’ll call Wayne and have lunch.