The Bottom Line

I remember my parents teaching me the value of money and how to work. My first job that earned money was given to me by my mother. She handed me a fly swatter and told me she’d give me a nickel for every hundred flies I killed. We lived in Arkansas and had chickens and pigs, so there were plenty of flies. I’d kill my hundred (learning to count as well), ride my bike a half mile down the gravel road to the store, and usually spend my nickel on a PayDay candy bar. If I worked really hard, I could earn enough to buy a 10-cent grape pop as well. I’d keep my eyes peeled for pop bottles in the ditch because I could redeem them at the store.

Let’s do a quick study on wages and gifts. A wage is something you earn because you work for it, and a gift is totally free. The best example of this is found in the Bible. “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 6:23 NLT). The “wages of sin” refers to the payday that comes as a result of working for the devil. You may think, “Now wait a minute! I certainly don’t serve the devil!” But God’s Word says that if you haven’t accepted God’s free gift of salvation through His Son, you’re earning wages of death from Satan. There’s no in-between, it’s one or the other. If you’re thinking of moonlighting for God, forget it — that won’t work either. Jesus said, “You must love the Lord your God with ALL your heart, ALL your soul, and ALL your mind” (Matthew 22:37 NLT).

A life of sin will eventually destroy you. The nonbeliever works hard for sin his whole life and then his pension is eternal torment. Obviously, the devil makes a rotten boss. The deceptive thing about sin is that it comes disguised as self-gratification, fun, and fulfillment. Satan is the master deceiver who lures people into a life of misery by promising them all kinds of happiness. However, the real payoff for all their hard work is disappointment, destruction, and death. But God’s gift is abundant life now and into eternity, all freely given by Christ Jesus.

The meaning of “gift” is an endowment, something freely given. God lovingly gives grace (favor) to those who call upon His name. Blessings, benefits, and bestowments all come to us from a kind heavenly Father who gives, and gives, and keeps on giving because it’s His nature. Because He loved the world, He gave His Son.

The wages of sin is earned. The gift of God is graciously given and freely received. Before conversion we were all on Satan’s payroll. But as believers, we’re on God’s gift list! The devil’s final payoff is eternal punishment, but God’s ultimate gift is His Son, Jesus. He loves you and wants to bless you and give you a mansion in heaven. When Jesus died on the cross, He paid the price that was necessary for your sins to be forgiven. If you believe that, then forsake your sins, confess Him as Lord, and you‘ll receive forgiveness and the gift of eternal life.

The Bottom Line: Payday is coming for those who refuse God’s wonderful gift.

A Time To Mourn

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

I was awakened at 2:30 in the morning by a pounding on my door. Adrenaline immediately hit my system as I jumped to my feet. You learn how to sleep and sort of stay awake at the same time in combat. I threw open the door to see the face of Pfc. Clark. “Come quick chaplain,” he said. “We had a convoy get hit. There is one casualty.” Clark turned to run back to headquarters. I yelled after him, “Who?” He stopped, looked over his shoulder, and said, “Maj. Culver.”

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. My eyes welled up with tears. As I hurriedly dressed, I argued and bargained with God. “No! No! No! You can’t do this. Not Wayne. Let it be a mistake. Take my life instead.” I slipped my boots on without lacing them and ran out into the night. There was a red haze in the air. Literally, the Iraqi desert looked like hell.

The tactical operations center was quiet when I enter the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. The squadron commander, Ltc. William Rachal walked over. He put his hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Chappy, the vehicle Wayne was in was struck by an IED. He was killed instantly.” My legs felt weak, I backed up against the wall, and slid down into a chair. Ltc. Rachal leaned in and continued, “I know that you are hurting, but I need you to hold it together. Everyone will be looking to you.” I choked back tears, stood to my feet, and said, “Yes, sir.”

Ltc. Rachal was right. Over the next few days, people did look to me. As the chaplain for Task Force Geronimo, the soldiers looked to me for spiritual guidance and comfort – especially in a time of loss. Wayne was a huge loss. To our unit, Maj. Ronald “Wayne” Culver was our executive officer. To me, he was the best friend I had on the deployment.

We spent a lot of time together in the year leading up to our arrival in Iraq. Once we arrived, we made it a point to have coffee every morning. We didn’t talk business over morning coffee. The conversations were about family, movies, music, and God. I intentionally ended each morning coffee with a prayer for Wayne. The last time I saw him, I also prayed for him. He was getting ready to depart on the ill-fated mission. When I finished praying, Wayne smiled and said, “You didn’t pray in little baby Jesus name.” He was jokingly referring to a line in the movie, Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.

Since his death and over the years, I often think about his children. His daughter, Michelle, finished her master’s degree last year. She lives in Austin and works for the State of Texas. His son, Ron, graduated from the University of Kansas last week. Wayne would be proud of them.

It is going on ten years, since I last spoke to Wayne’s wife, Tracy. I can’t work up the courage to contact her. At our deployment ceremony, Tracy said to me, “I am so glad that you have come into Wayne’s life. Since he met you, he is more focused on the Lord. Wayne loves you.” Then she said something to me that haunts my dreams. She said, “Keep him straight. Take care of him.” Tragically, I couldn’t take care of him…

The day before Wayne’s death, I had just returned to Iraq from ten days in the United States. I had been given leave to go home to be with my wife, Amanda, for the birth of our son, John. My son was born one week, and my best friend died the next. There is a time to be born; and a time to die. To everything there is a season…

The point is: The Bible teaches there is a time for mourning. When Wayne died, I really couldn’t process his passing. I had to be strong. I had to soldier on. I had to preach his memorial service. My season for mourning had to wait. It had to wait until today. As I write these words, my heart breaks over the loss of my friend.

Memorial Day is this Monday. It is a solemn day to remember those who gave everything in the service of this country. It is a time to honor those who gave their lives for the freedoms we cherish. It is a time to mourn their loss.

However, I have come to realize that Wayne would not want me to mourn forever. So, I have decided to look forward. There will come a time when I will see Wayne again. There will come a time when we will share a morning cup of coffee. There will come a time when death and sadness will be no more. There will come a time when there will be no more crying, pain, or mourning.

I don’t know about you, but I look forward to that season…

James Collins is a pastor, columnist, author, and retired U.S. Army Chaplain. He can be reached at Fort Scott’s First Southern Baptist Church at (620) 223-2986, or through the website www.thepointis.net.