If life is but a vapor, it is time that we live for what is lasting. As I reflected on that idea, the words of this original poem resonated with me:
Wearing our sin like a badge of honor, calling evil good and good evil.
Seeing only the immediate in the midst of eternity. Worshiping the creation at the expense of the Sustainer.
Driven by the incessant tyranny of the urgent rather than the urgent need for the one in whom there is no tyranny only immutability.
Freezing over the darkened ashes: addiction, abuse, but all the worse apathy. Wishing for the warmth of a burning flame that would allow a moment’s tranquility.
Living a fantasy, building a bigger house of cards knowing it is doomed to catastrophe, sweating in a race of irrelevancy, invincible only in our lunacy.
Lord awaken our hearts with a new vibrancy, our eyes with needed clarity, our hands and feet with a clarion destiny.
Awaken from your hibernation and welcome to a new spiritual and enduring nation.