Since all these things are to melt away in this manner, what sort of people must we be, conducting our lives in holiness and godliness, while waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God? (2 Peter 3:11, 12a)
God created me to live in paradise, to see his face, and to dance with angels. Instead, the Garden of Eden is torn from my hands, and I’m trapped in a corrupted land.
I can’t direct my outrage at God. He’s not the one who infects the world with evil. Fellow humans aren’t my targets either, because I, too, choose sin. Satan might bear the guilt, but he only abetted what my nature already wanted. Mostly, I’m mad at me, at my own darkness.
I can’t accept the world’s dysfunction for eternity. In its current state, this earth isn’t any kind of permanent home. I’m ready to slap away the sticky paws of temptation and run out the gate. Jesus is the only way out of this abominable curse.
Our fallen existence is proof enough, and I don’t need hell to convert me further. I’m fully convinced that self-rule is disastrous. Bring on the fire of God’s wrath against everyone who refuses to submit to Christ’s authority. The rebellion in my own heart needs to be the first to burn.
I can’t take life sitting down. I’m up, shaking off my corruption, and running through the gate.
Prayer: Saving Lord Jesus, may my life hasten your return.