Here until we’re not
We’re all just here until we’re not. It’s the saddest dance we’re asked to move through, this life, even with a Christian faith. We march out consequences minimized by the ultimate atonement, no choice in the matter as that instinctual first breath sets the course. Regardless of ultimate outcome the pain is real and can’t be removed even by hope. We live for what comes, the hope of peace and protection and lasting joy. Jesus wept on earth despite what He knew and this place that was made perfect in all its beauty can, even now, bring such joy as it groans under the weight of sin and in an instant of loss only bring pain. It’s just the canvas onto which we paint our hearts, a sunset reflecting romance and love or a sunset of despair, it’s all the same to the paint. It’s neutrality only becomes apparent when the heart of the onlooker is changed. Colors really can fade in the storm of grief and if this earth weren’t so beautiful it would feel godless all together. Without faith the most we can hope for is a temporary happiness conditioned with its coming loss. To have it we entertain denial and in losing it we suffer even more. Suffering the labor pains of life is the only consistent an always honest task buffered by the hope that it’s not all for nothing.
