Appointments. Doctor's appointments, appointments to get your hair cut, business appointments, appointments for lunch with a friend. We all have appointments.
There are divine appointments as well. Most of us are aware that “it is appointed unto a man, once to die . . .” but very few of us have the exact timing of it down. In fact, it usually comes as a surprise, especially if your appointment is much sooner than you were expecting. All of us have an appointment with The Judge, as well.
For unbelievers, it is a fearful thing, because they will be judged on whether or not they accepted God's wonderful gift of salvation. For believers, on the other hand, it is not a judgment of wrath or condemnation, but rather our obedience to what the Lord asked us to do during our time here on earth.
There are several other types of “divine appointments” that each of us will have many of over the course of our lives here on this earth. One daily appointment is with the Lord Himself, the time you spend with just Him. In my sanctified imagination, I have a beautiful garden spot where we meet. It is a place of unsurpassed beauty, so peaceful and quiet except for an occasional bird or two chirping happily nearby.
I have been thinking more about that garden recently and realize there are places to sit and talk/ask questions, but there are also paths that lead to places of rest “beside the still waters,” there is a view through some kind of portal, that helps me to look out at the world with all of it's problems and gain fresh perspective on how to pray into a particular situation. I think the more I explore this garden with the Lord, it is our garden, the more I may discover. He just loves it when I set aside time from my busyness, to be with Him.
There are also “divine appointments” that the Lord Himself sets up for us. I had one this past week. Most days, during my time with Him, I will tell Him that if there is anyone He wants me to share His love with, I am available and that He just needs to lead me to that person. I was at a store that I frequent quite often. I have witnessed to one of the young men there many times and evidently something I said caused him to share with another one of his co-workers.
The co-worker was helping me load some things into my car and actually began the conversation with a question that had spiritual implications. For the next 20 minutes (I hope he didn't get into trouble for talking with me so long) I shared some challenging things with him, then asked him if I could pray for him.
I told him that God had a wonderful plan for his life and wanted to reveal Himself to him in a personal way. He seemed genuinely interested and I believe will come to the knowledge of the truth (I told him to seek after Truth — which is Jesus, Himself).
All of us who have a personal relationship with the Lord can make ourselves available for the Lord to use us to share His wonderful love. As I stated last week, we don't have to have certain qualifications to be used by Him — only making ourselves available.
I have forgotten a few appointments (meetings, lunch dates, doctor's) and it is quite embarrassing. I am also certain I have missed numerous opportunities, “divine appointments” that the Lord had set up, just because of busyness or insensitivity to His “still, small voice.”
I am wondering if I will be embarrassed on the day I stand before Him to make an account of my life. Yes, I know that I am totally forgiven (from before the foundations of the world, Christ was slain for me), but I do not want to even disappoint Him or do anything to displease Him or cause dishonor to His name.
I think those appointments with Him are of the utmost importance in learning to hear His voice and following His lead.
I've been singing the old hymn, “I come to the Garden alone” for a little while now. I think the words go something like this: I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses. And He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me I am His own. And the joys we share, as we tarry there, none other has ever known.