The older I get the more I long for the end of the story, for the Kingdom fully come. Part of me is tired. That old part. And I’m not even 60.
Like Lot in Sodom and Gomorrah, however, I’m tired of the rebellion. (2Peter 2:7) The conflict between God’s order and human disorder lies like an anchor in my soul. Chained to this disorder, I yearn for the weightlessness of the Kingdom. I long to live among people who’ve claimed their place in Papa-God’s family. Women and men who recognize the image of God in each other. Among those whose hearts belong completely to Jesus.
But it’s not what our good father has ordained. What we walk in now, like the spider web attached to the rusty chain, is both/and. We live among the contradictions.
I do thank him it’s not only the oxidized iron. I thank him that the spider’s silky food net, caught here in the early morning dew, is beautiful to us.
In spite of the constant conflict, I thank him for the wisdom of the plan. I thank him for the sure and certain end of the story. I thank him for stories that remind us of life lived happily ever after. I thank him that, one day, only the beauty will remain.
Even our old bodies will be renewed and restored, changed in the twinkling of an eye. I’m ready.
Lord Jesus, we may be ready, but we want you to come only when you are ready. In the fullness of your time. Give us, please, your rest while we wait.
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