The fog lies low in the gray green evergreens on the hillside outside my window
The rain drums on the roof over my head
The lamp glows cozy on the table beside me
This is the world I love
The world that feels comfortable safe to me
This small world of home and family and just us
And I’d like to stick my head in the sand and pretend there’s nothing out there
No news is good news
Don’t tell me about football coaches who molest little boys
Or child sex trafficking right here in my city
Or the economy spiraling out of control
And wasn’t Jesus supposed to come and sweep us all away before the world got so ugly
So maybe I’ll just stick my head in the sand
And pretend the ugly doesn’t exist
And stay right here
Until He comes
Just felt the need to clarify that I am being facetious in the above post.
While my flesh my want to ignore the ugliness and hurting around us and stay tucked away safely in my comfortable, cozy little life, I know that the Word of God teaches that we are to be salt and light in our culture.
I have also had a theological shift in my thinking in my latter years regarding the coming of Christ.
When younger, His return to me was the great escape of the lukewarm church from a hell bound world.
I just don’t believe we’re going to get off that easy anymore.