It’s been a while since I last wrote. Why? For a lot of reasons, but here I sit, wanting to throw a few new words out into cyberspace once more. I hope it’s alright to just pop up in this manner, unannounced.
I’m sitting in Starbucks as I write this, drinking a pumpkin spice latte. The air outside is cool and my fantasy football team is ready for action. Fall is near. God is good. The leaves will soon begin their transformation and so will our wardrobes. This is such a magical time of year, even in the midst of the decay.
There’s something about the Fall that makes my heart jump for joy. Memories. Feelings. Tastes. Smells. Sounds. Nothing beats it. Yet, if I’m honest, there’s one thing about Fall that reminds me of my need for God and my own limitations:
Nothing lasts forever, including this latte.
No matter how hard I try, time keeps slipping through my fingers. My days are numbered. This is hard to grasp in my head, but my heart knows it to be true. Yet, even then, my soul cries out, “It was never meant to be this way!” The Scriptures teach the same thing, particularly as we read about the fall of humanity and the resulting decay that followed our rebellion.
Jesus fascinates me, particularly because he came to bring life to dead things. So many religions and ideologies teach how to make ourselves “better”, but Jesus didn’t come to make us good people. He came to awaken the dead.
I want more than just temporary.
There’s got to be more than temporary things that wither and die.
Something within me calls out to eternity, yet the outside reality is fading away.
It’s in the overcast days that I often remember that I am physically dying, yet I am called to an eternity filled with beautiful, abundant life. If Jesus was for real, then he holds the life I’m so desperate to embrace.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” – John 10:10 ESV
The thief brought death through deceiving us into believing that we could be like God. Jesus, on the other hand, brings us life by his own blood.
Death entered our world when humanity elevated itself to be gods.
Life entered our world when the Son of God humbled himself to take on our sin.
I could write about empty things with empty words just to make everyone feel good temporarily, yet empty eternally. However, even if I were to get your praise and adoration, what’s the point? Even my cotton candy words will die and fade. Your approval of me will die when I’m gone. Truth matters more than approval. In my heart, I believe that Jesus is the truth that brings life to all humanity. Eternity is within our hearts and I know the One who put it there.
It’s cool and pumpkin spice is in the air. Decay is in the echoes of each day, reminding me to live each day with eternity in mind. We won’t always be here, but our souls are created for eternity. Knowing the God who put eternity within our hearts is my soul’s desperate desire.
Welcome to the season of decay and the season of rebirth.