The world I live in is not the world I’ve lived in . . .
If I was Eve I couldn’t say I’ve lived long enough that once the world wasn’t such a bad place. Evil grew in the garden.
To some, God is only real when we need Someone to blame. He’s real when we face a horrific incident and are called to a moment of silence . . . until a cell phone rings.
Today, a year older and wiser, remembering a time when darkness was on a chain.
My children went to school without being frisked. Or shot. They walked home at dusk from a friend’s house without an escort. They weren’t pummeled with graphic images on a tv screen that triggered wrong thinking. And fear.
That’s not true for my grandchildren.
Life is hard, but God is good.
Today our lives are complicated. We anesthetize ourselves to dull reality and get caught up in the everyday urgent, then escape for a few hours of sleep(lessness), to wake up. And re-do.
We’re caught up.
What’s the answer? We can’t spend our days on a fictitious island hoping it goes away.
We have to hope. For more.
There is more.
There is light in a fallen world. Jesus.
His kingdom is eternal but the world lives in the moment. He writes promises all throughout His word to remind us we do not walk through this life alone. He desires to be the light of our world.
Jesus is knocking at the door of this globe. We need to get the door.
For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men, instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously, and godly in this present age. Titus 2:11,12