I am not sure what happened with my last post. I must've really been sleepy and just cut the post short with no connection with the last paragraph to the rest of the post.
I think my point was, being in a hospital where the patients can very well be me in 10, 20 years or tomorrow, I am more keen to the futility or vapor-like life before me. It still boggles my mind how heaven, a place of perfection and great joy, can best be tasted on this side of eternity through weakness, disability, and brokenness, not wealth, comfort, or entertainment that's meant to stimulate our minds. But again, I think the answer is we sense God's presence more in those times because we know we need Him more. God's presence is what makes heaven, heaven. And well, maybe in trials God seems quite distant, but the desperation in our cries just hits the spot with truth regarding our state before God.
Ok, that's it for now. Hope that made a better ending to the previous post.
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