I’ve long been fascinated with the story of the Plague of the Frogs in Exodus 8:1-15. You remember it, don’t you? God sent the second of several plagues on the land of Egypt in order to get Pharaoh’s attention so that he would free the Israelites. There were frogs everywhere! And Moses asked Pharaoh to name the time when the frogs would be gone.
His answer? “Tomorrow.”
In the words of a famous sermon from a bygone era, when Pharaoh had it within his power to effect real change, he opted instead to spend “one more night with the frogs.”
And that’s kind of where I am tonight. I know there are some changes I need to make. I know there is a better way to do a lot of the things I need to do. I know there are some different directions I need to take. But I can’t seem to pull the trigger. I’m always waiting for the conditions to be right. I’m waiting for “something to happen.” I’m waiting for, well, tomorrow.
And in the words of one of my long-distance heroes, Chris Elrod…
…as of today, tomorrow has never come.
