Cross-up moment

So last week I spend the week in Daytona with my family, and by saying my family I mean my lovely bride, my three beautiful children, the coolest brother in the world, the best sister-in-law a guy could ask for, their three wonderful children, my amazing mom and dad, and my awesome aunt.  I might add that we stayed in a three bedroom condo.  To say that we were cramped was a understatement.  All in all the trip was very nice.  I don’t get much time to spend with my brother so it was nice to see him and spend some time with him. 

 

            One thing my dad, brother and I try to do every year is fish on a party charter.  We have been doing in for like 7 years now.  Each year we enter the “big fish” pot, which means whoever catches the biggest fish and is entered into the pot they get half the crew get the other half.  We have one it 2 out of the last 6 years we have gone.  Well I personally have never won it.  Matter of fact I never catch much of anything.  This year was no different.  Adam (my brother) laid into a 19 pound amberjack that won the big pot.  That in itself is amazing because that guy can flat out catch some fish.  I love catching fresh fish then going home and cooking something that just a few hours before was swimming looking for “nemo”. 

 

            This year something happened to me after that has never happened before.  If any of you have ever spent the day on a boat you know that feeling when you stop physically rocking buy you mind doesn’t.   When I was cooking the fish I got the overwhelming need to grab the counters.  I felt it was necessary in order for me to stand up.  My body said that I was still on that boat, but I was in the kitchen hanging on for the rough seas.

 

            Later that night I had a thought.  Scripture says in Luke 16:13 no man can serve two masters.  It hit me like a ton of bricks the fact that my body was trying to serve two masters.  One that it spent time with earlier that day and then  the one that my body normally serves.  I thought of the times that I was playing church and not living out my relationship with Christ.  I would have moments, that I called “cross-ups”  were my unchurched friends would come in contact with my church friends.  I would have times where my Christian live would meet my worldly live and those times were major events in my life.  I can remember having to brace myself for the impact of what people would say about me.   Fact of the matter is that God said that we can’t serve two masters.  I spent years wrestling that down.  What are you wrestling with, what are you putting on the same playing field as God?  Lets always remember that He has no equal