The
more I read the papers, the less I comprehend.
The world and all its capers and how it all will end.
Nothing seems to be lasting, but that isn’t our affair.
We’ve got something permanent,
I mean in the way we care.
The world and all its capers and how it all will end.
Nothing seems to be lasting, but that isn’t our affair.
We’ve got something permanent,
I mean in the way we care.
A few months ago I had the chance to visit the high school
from which I graduated. I had attended this newer more “modern” building for
the last 6 months of high school, since my school had to be torn down. At the
time of my visit I passed by my childhood home and paused to take it all in.
Only the front door remained the same. I did not nor did I expect to recognize
anyone, although I could recreate people and places by super imposing my memory
on the scene. Not unlike those who resisted Jesus’ prediction that the temple would
one day be destroyed, I too thought these icons of my youth would last forever.
Yes, there is an ache that comes from seeing so much of what I thought would be
always, be no longer, but the older we get the more we know that nothing
temporal by its very definition is eternal.
Jesus prophetically speaks of unsettling things that
we like to think are just spiritual metaphors. But the current devastation from
the Typhoon in the Philippines and the civil war in Syria are terrible reminders
that the things we hold so close are just
passing fancies and in time will go. Even if these words don't resonate for us today,
the time will come when they just might. And then, as now, Jesus’ promise
remains “I will give you words and a wisdom
that none of your opponents will be able to withstand or contradict.”
God is watching out for us and His love is here to stay.
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