I tell you the solemn truth, the one who hears my message and believes the one who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned, but has crossed over from death to life. (John 5:24)
We live on the overlap. Amidst the expanse of existence, God holds a fabric with three-dimensional patterns of iridescent colors, set against a field of purest white. At the fabric’s edge, there’s a brief overlap of his enemy’s repulsive cloth. The textiles stretch side by side, one hem overlying the other, and we now live on the narrow overlap.
Here on the mixed fringes, we enjoy hints of spiritual gifts fully available to those who have stepped beyond and onto the bright cloth. Love, joy, peace—we witness muddy reflections of the luminescent graces in which they are bathed.
The borderland also holds the results of sin’s curse. The pain we experience is a sample of what the enemies of God will permanently suffer. For now, we’re caught on the introductions of two eternities, that we might learn to love the cloth of light, and recoil from the fabric of sin.
Our years on the overlap are necessary. Here the black fabric can horrify our souls. Our Father hates that anti existence, and he would have us see it for what it is. Let us be indelibly chiseled with the knowledge of what our future would have been without Christ.
We are to blame. We created the dark cloth when we misused our free will, and chose that which is not God, when we chose sin. But rather than point his finger, God gave us the overlap. He gave us the opportunity to learn the differences between our fabric and his, and to choose one for our eternal home before they fly apart.
Prayer: Gracious Father, I choose your perfect fabric, I choose you.