Yesterday one of my cadet friends signed a contract with the Army. He signed on the dotted line and signed over his life to the United States Army. For the next four to twenty years he basically has zero says in where he lives, what job he does, who he works with, even what he wears. The Army is in control and in essence his life is no longer his.
How many of you read that and thought, "Man, sucks to be that guy. Glad I'm not in his shoes." I know I did. Every time I sit down at a table full of cadets for breakfast I look at them and think to myself they're voluntarily entering a life that puts them in danger, takes control from them. I see the hardships that I know they're going to face, and I think thank goodness I am removed from that. Thank goodness I have control over my life....
That's the point where I laugh at myself. Me? Have control over life? LOL to that. A few years ago I kind of signed a contract similar to the one my cadet friend did yesterday. No, I haven't been in the Army for a few years. When I gave my life to Christ, invited him in, I also handed over control to him. Now this "contract" of sorts isn't all that binding. I'm free to leave it if I please, I'm free to only comply to certain parts of it if I really want, but what's the point of that? What do I get from half-hearted following God? Nothing. I get nothing. My God still loves me, but what I gain from not being all in is failure and disappointment.
So sign on the dotted line. Hand your life, your control over to the only one who has the ability to control, because to be completely honest it was never yours to begin with.
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