Today, driving home from work, as I listened to the genius that is U2, it struck me that I'm supposed to be sick of cancer and death. We are not supposed to be satisfied with hurt and disappointment and sickness and deceit and separation and sin. We are designed for so much more; for wholeness and unity and joy and life. This broken place, this current world, is not enough. It's not what I'm looking for.
And I guess I won't find what I'm looking for until God makes all things right and new again. The whole world. And me. I'm longing for The Day.
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"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world."
ReplyDelete— C.S. Lewis
True.
ReplyDeleteLonging, too.
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