The rain falls; I can hear it out my window. The thunder claps, frightening the cat. The grey morning begins to shine. Mercy is falling from the sky.
Often the thought never sticks and the idea floats away that all we know and all we have is a mercy so undeserved.
We deserve immediate death.
The replacement of this rain with the fires of hell, but yet it rains on outside.
How long will it take for us to see?
The party doesn’t last, the drink doesn’t quench, and the cigarette must be followed by another. Thing upon thing we’ve used to supplant the Supreme. And time after time we’ve seen them to fail.
Insane is what we are, the textbook definition tells us. Repeating the same action hoping for a different outcome.
Frees us from our repeating of nothing and causes us to do something. Saves us from our captivity and calls us to be satisfied in him. To throw away all the ignorant vices we once had and cling to the cross.
While it won’t be easy, it’ll be worth it. While it won’t be safe, it’ll be worth it. While the journey will kill us, it’ll bring us to our Savior whose beckoning us home.