Last Things

I’m not keeping track of what I say from one post to the next, so some of what I write may seem repetitive. A few thoughts and moments:

I was passing a cemetery a few weeks ago and felt like I wanted to steal away, dig my own grave with my own hands, and lie there until I was gone.

Some good financial developments have occurred, but they mean nothing. What is money without hope, without love, without God. It is meaningless. As am I.

I had some more “clay resenting the potter” moments.

I will never be understood, and therefore will never be known. And because I will never be known, I will never know I am loved.

The Cross is the greatest expression of love – disinterested love as they say – but it hits me with the force of a random breeze. It barely lifts a leaf. I am unable to receive it. I think back to Hebrews as the author discusses those who were not mixed with faith when they heard the gospel. The familiarity is noteworthy.

SDA