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WHAT IS THAT TO THEE?
WHAT IS THAT TO THEE?
"Lord, and what shall this man do?" John 21:21
It is a strange thing.
After the storms and miracles. After the mountains and valleys. After the victories and failures. After the bread multiplied in His hands and the sea bowed beneath His feet.
After the cross.
After the empty tomb.
After restoration beside the charcoal fire.
Peter still looks away.
The risen Christ stands before him.
The King of Glory has just spoken life, purpose and commission over him.
"Feed My sheep."
"Follow Me."
Yet Peter's eyes drift.
He turns.
He looks at another man.
"Lord... what about him?"
The question echoes through the generations.
What about him?
What about his ministry?
His influence?
His opportunities?
His gifts?
His blessings?
The names change.
The question remains.
And so does the answer.
"If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee?
Follow thou Me."
The Master wastes no words.
He does not explain John's future.
He does not satisfy Peter's curiosity.
He simply points Peter back to the path beneath his own feet.
Follow Me.
For comparison has always been one of the enemy's oldest weapons.
In Eden he whispered dissatisfaction.
He convinced Eve to look away from everything she had been given and focus upon the one thing withheld.
The fruit was merely bait.
The real battle was focus.
The serpent knew that wherever a man's gaze settles, eventually his feet will follow.
And so it remains.
The enemy has not changed his tactics.
He still points men sideways.
Look at him.
Look at his success.
Look at his family.
Look at his platform.
Look at his strength.
Look at his finances.
Look at his opportunities.
Look at his harvest.
Anything to stop a man looking at Christ.
For a distracted warrior is often more useful to the enemy than a wounded one.
Saul learned this lesson too late.
One song entered his ears and poisoned his heart.
"Saul hath slain his thousands, and David his ten thousands."
From that day forward he could no longer see the throne God had given him because he was obsessed with the throne God had promised another.
He watched David.
Studied David.
Chased David.
Hated David.
Until the kingdom slipped through his fingers like sand.
The tragedy was not that David was rising.
The tragedy was that Saul stopped ruling.
Comparison always steals from the man entertaining it.
Always.
While you are counting another man's blessings, gratitude dies.
While you are measuring another man's progress, stewardship suffers.
While you are watching another man's race, your own pace slows.
The enemy smiles whenever a man abandons his post to stare over the fence.
And how subtle the attack can be.
Rarely does distraction arrive carrying a sword.
More often it arrives dressed as curiosity.
As concern.
As interest.
As harmless observation.
Yet little by little attention drifts.
The eyes wander.
The edge dulls.
The mission fades.
A warrior who forgets the battle does not cease to be dangerous overnight.
He simply becomes occupied elsewhere.
Nehemiah understood this.
The wall was broken. The city exposed. The work urgent.
Yet the voices kept calling him down.
Come here, Nehemiah.
Meet with us.
Discuss this.
Explain yourself.
Defend yourself.
Answer us.
Again and again they called.
Again and again he refused.
"I am doing a great work, so that I cannot come down."
What wisdom for men living in an age of endless distraction.
Every notification cries for attention.
Every opinion demands a response.
Every controversy begs for engagement.
Every comparison seeks an audience.
Yet the wall still needs built.
The children still need raised.
The wife still needs loved.
The Gospel still needs proclaimed.
The mission remains.
The work remains.
The King remains.
The enemy's strategy is not always destruction.
Sometimes it is exhaustion.
Like a boxer swinging wildly at shadows, men spend themselves fighting battles they were never assigned.
Arguing.
Comparing.
Defending.
Explaining.
Competing.
Meanwhile heaven's assignment sits untouched.
No wonder so many men are weary.
Not because the burden of Christ is heavy.
But because they are carrying burdens He never gave them.
The call of Christ has never changed.
Not for Peter.
Not for Nehemiah.
Not for David.
Not for us.
Lift your eyes.
Fix your gaze.
Set your face like flint.
The race marked out for you is enough.
The calling upon your life is enough.
The grace assigned to your hands is enough.
You do not answer for another man's stewardship.
You do not answer for another man's gifts.
You do not answer for another man's obedience.
You answer for yours.
So let other men run their race.
Let other men carry their assignments.
Let other men walk their roads.
But as for you, keep your eyes upon the King.
For the day is coming when every man shall stand before Him.
Not beside his brother.
Not behind his pastor.
Not beneath another man's shadow.
Alone.
And on that day the question will not be:
"What did you think of another man's calling?"
The question will be:
"Did you follow Me?"
So tighten your grip upon the sword.
Lock shields with your brothers.
Ignore the voices from the left and right.
The King walks ahead.
The path is clear.
The command remains.
What is that to thee?
Follow thou Me.
Badger out 🦡
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