You don’t have to let it all drag you down. I let it for a while. No more.
Here are a few spoilers for you:
The 24 hour news is probably bad news.
No one is making you watch.
People are mean sometimes.
People knock your socks off sometimes.
You are not alone.
They come home.
Wisdom is better than youth.
Potato chips will never be healthy.
Pastors don’t always pastor…or actually even know what that word means.
Learn what that word means and live it for someone else.
Churches are cram-packed full of sinners and hypocrites…every single one of them.
Go anyway. It sounds like you’ll fit in. I do too.
You will mess up today and tomorrow and every day for the rest of your life.
Welcome to humanity.
This all sounds pretty horrible. Why go on? BECAUSE despite all this we have this promise that I cling to every morning when I wake up. We KNOW that God makes ALL things work for the GOOD of those who LOVE Him and are called according to HIS purpose (Romans 8:28). There is NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). What else matters?
So, this culture may actually be deteriorating into a big yucky mess where you hide the eyes of your children and your stomach turns at how swiftly people forget their Maker and their redemption. You will see hundreds fall away. You will see even more willingly walk away from the promises of God selling out to the cultural trends of this moment. Press on, head to the wind.
You are not alone. There is a tomorrow with Him. The truth is, healing may not come here. You may never find your place, your home, your comfort here…but rest assured, you will there.
find the beauty in the journey. Look for the good. Like a song sung in different tongues with missing notes and skipped beats…hear the message and the beauty that there are masses singing the same song. Note the resounding call that He is and will be.
Be the good in this world.
Press on, head to the wind.
You matter. He came. He won. Laugh at the days to come.
One thought on “Laughing at the days to come.”
Caryn, What a marvelous essay. Keep it up, dear one.
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