The Judgement Seat Of Jacob

-We all will have to face things:

• Opportunities that were wasted.

• God-granted vision that never came to life.

• Spirit-inspired dreams that slowly went out.

• The fits and starts of prayer lives.

• The commitment to reaching the lost that never became more than just a feeling.

• The desire to know the Word that never gave into the grip of discipline.

• The hunger for spiritual gifts that always remained uncultured.

• The immature efforts at allowing the Spirit to have free and total control of my life.

-I honestly prayed this week as I put this message together that every commitment that I had ever made, the God would bring it to my memory.

-If there are any adjustments, changes, options that need to be meted out. . .I want to take care of them now. . . . while I am still at the mercy seat. . . . before I get to the judgment seat.

lll. CONCLUSION -- MY KINGDOM FOR A HORSE

William Shakespeare immortalized the Battle of Bosworth with the words, "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"

King Richard the Third was preparing for the fight of his life. An army led by Henry, Earl of Richmond, was marching against him. The contest would determine who would rule England.

The morning of the battle, Richard sent a groom to make sure his favorite horse was ready.

"Shoe him quickly," the groom told the blacksmith. "The king wishes to ride at the head of his troops."

"You’ll have to wait," the blacksmith answered. "I’ve shoed the king’s whole army the last few days, and now I’ve got to get more iron."

"I can’t wait," the groom shouted impatiently. "The king’s enemies are advancing right now and we must meet them on the field. Make do with what you have."

So the blacksmith bent to the task. From a bar of iron he made four horseshoes. He hammered and shaped them and fitted them to the horse’s feet. Then he began to nail them on. But after he had fastened three shoes, he found he did not have enough nails for the fourth.

"I need one or two more nails," he said, "and it will take some time to hammer them out."

"I told you I can’t wait," the groom said impatiently. "I hear the trumpets now. Can’t you just use what you’ve got?"

"I can put a shoe on, but it won’t be as secure as the others."

"Will it hold?" asked the groom. "It should," answered the blacksmith, "but I can’t be certain."

"Well, then, just nail it on," the groom cried. "And hurry, or King Richard will be angry with us both."

The armies clashed, and King Richard was in the thick of the battle. He rode up and down the field, cheering his men and fighting his foes. "Press forward! Press forward!" he yelled, urging his troops toward Henry’s lines.

Far away, at the other side of the field, he saw some of his men falling back. If the others saw them, they too might retreat. So Richard spurred his horse and galloped toward the broken line, calling on his soldiers to turn and fight.

He was barely across the field when one of the horse’s shoes flew off. The horse stumbled and fell, and King Richard was thrown to the ground. Before the King could grab the reins, the frightened animal rose and galloped away. Richard looked around him. He saw that his troops were turning and running, and Henry’s troops were closing around him. He waved his sword in the air. "A horse! A horse!" he shouted. "A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"