Yeah, nothing here’s as good as it should be, ’cause this is the rehearsal. In between the “was” and the “could be,” love is the reversal. – Starfield, Beauty in the Broken ©2006
Sometimes I picture this path at twilight, with a chill in the air. I’m walking with my hands in my pockets, the collar of my coat turned up around my neck, being drawn by the warmth I see way off in the distance: tiny golden squares of light which are the windows of home. The lights stay on no matter what time of day it is, I just see them more clearly when it’s dark out. I don’t know exactly when I’ll get there but I keep walking. There are lots of people walking the opposite direction. They seem to be oblivious that home is far off in the other direction. Or maybe they don’t realize this isn’t their real home, this dusty path on earth. My Papa’s love compels me to reach out, grab their sleeve and try to convince them to turn around and come with me. “This life is good in many ways, sure, but it’s nothing like it could be and will be if we follow Christ! Come this way.” or “I know this life really sucks sometimes, hurts and leaves us broken. Come this way with me and find healing, hope and love.”
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