So we do not lose heart. Though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day. For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. – 2 Corinthians 4:16-18I speak of what I have seen with my Father, and you do what you have heard from your father. -- John 8:38
Christ is the Rock.
The more we listen to the world, the more we focus on the shifting sands
of opinion, of popularity and politics, news and celebrity, the more
disoriented we become. The more lost we
become. The web of lies gets thicker and
harder to navigate the farther we get from the Source of truth. In the fog, we find ourselves chasing images
and apparitions. We are deceived by semblances
of a truth we glimpsed somewhere closer to home. Following it, we are only led deeper into the
tangle where the air thickens into a noxious miasma that further confuses our
thinking.
Yet even in the midst of confusion and deception, reality is
always near at hand. Stillness can still
be found. The outward turmoil and the pressures of pretense we endure are
part of our strengthening. We are, as we live in this world – except for a very
few who knowingly and willingly choose to remain, growing and gaining strength
to bear that “eternal weight of glory” that will be the new robe we will
wear.
Here we cloak ourselves in shadows. Back home, we will wear light that radiates
from a body more solid and real than we can now imagine. Arnold in his prime will look like an unstuffed
scarecrow in comparison. We are wont to
say, The older I get, the better I was, but age and physical infirmity are just
a wearing away of the old clothes.
Should
I go buy a fine, new suit and put it on, only to cover it with the filthy rags
and remains of my old, worn-out one? We
would think someone severely deluded who was so attached to worn-out clothes. It is
not just our bodies but our treasures, even our cherished opinions, our
misplaced loyalties and loves, our false hopes and carnal desires – all these
things are wearing away, becoming ever more gossamer, ever less confining and
clinging as we pursue God, as we draw closer to the Solid Rock of
Eternity.
Be still and know.
4 comments:
Your comment to ge a moment ago reminded me that I'd forgotten to say thanks for reminding me of this old Blondie song (the title to this post) that I used to like :-)
You know, coming out of the death-by-disco era, hearing Blondie was like coming up out of the bomb shelter. I actually went out and bought the first album. I remember telling my wife when I heard one of the singles on the radio, "That's like rock-n-roll!"
The syncoonicity is going to make my head explode. I had just finished typing that comment when I went back in the house and my wife was watching some television show where they were playing a cover version of "One Way or Another".
And "One way or another" of all titles!
It's gonna gitcha!
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