Just off Route 93, situated in the Arizona desert that separates Phoenix and Las Vegas, is a six-acre land called Nothing. Nothing is, appropriately, a ghost town.
Established in 1977, Nothing for years struggled to gain traction. Alas, with no running water, much less a sewer system, and no electricity, Nothing seemed to prophesy its own demise.
In the decades that have passed since the citizens of Nothing finally abandoned their fated town, many have come and tried to make something out of Nothing. But attempts to bring the dead town to life have inevitably failed. A sign that once greeted visitors still stands. It reads, "The staunch citizens of Nothing are full of hope, faith and believe in the work ethic. Thru the years, these dedicated people had faith in Nothing, hoped for Nothing, worked at Nothing, for Nothing."
You've got to admire the honesty.
If you were being honest, what would you say is the object of your faith, the essence of your hope, the reason for your work? If the answer is anything other than Jesus, it is as good as Nothing.
You see, it was Jesus that spoke everything into being out of a vast nothing. Imagine what He could do with your life. Imagine what He could do with mine. Let us leave behind this land called Nothing. There is a great adventure awaiting in a land called Promise.