Life is freakin hard & God is immutably good. Interesting paradox. Makes for a complicated story, a heart as deep as the waters, a sorrowful countenance, a joyful heart, a grief of alienation, and a sore aching and longing that the world and all of it’s inhabitants cannot satisfy. It drives the soul into this constant striving, seeking that, or The Whom, which is outside of its finite self, from the depths of the pits that sin and that roaring lion plunges it to, for rest and sensibility; To beeline to covenantally hang on the promises of Christ the Messaiah, the Resurrected King, He who is Inexpressible Joy, Hope Eternal, The Comfort of all comfort, Conquerer of death itself, Ruler of the prince of the air, Giver of life, Reconciler of enemies, and The Prince of Peace. In whole, Jesus Christ. But let me not blasphemously forget His sovereign Father and The Spirit of Holiness. Praise this Triune God!
This life…This God…This paradoxical madness…it just makes me long for heaven…but not just to escape the pangs of this world, though to escape the pangs of this world. That reality alone, however, doesn’t suffice as the only motivation for desiring heaven, as sweet of a thought as it is. No, but it’s not enough. This life…This God…This paradoxical madness…it makes me long for heaven…why then? You ask. Because that’s where God is. And there, I will behold Him and all of the fullness of His glory with no sinful, demonic interruptions.
And that is all…
