The world is changing. It has been changing for ten thousand years, always heading inevitably towards destruction, but never quite meeting its mark. Humanity displays perfectly the second law of relativity, playing and replaying a Lord of the Flies like act, circling a target with a drawn bow, waiting to strike. The belief that we are bound for destruction drives us to the ground, filling our eyes full of dirt, bluring our minds with masked panic. Again, humanity plays and replays a Lord of the Flies like act, looming towards total destruction but being swept up into safety in just the right moment, a trail of fire racing behind us, and suddenly catching eyes again with who we are: saved.
The world is changing. and something is brewing. Pushing up through the concrete floors we have installed into our society. A war rages around us, a war we cannot see. But we feel every moment of it, every battle cry rings in our souls, every victory shakes the ground beneath us. It looks like ISIS killing innocents, it looks like a soldier taking a bullet for his brother, it looks like a moment of peace instead of a strike of anger.
The world is changing, and we have fallen in love with the heart that rules the Universe. The full Eternity of who God is, lives inside of us. This is reality, this is our purpose. Eternity is not what we can gage, it breaks out of every timeframe, it breaks out of every idea of space, it ignites the universe with desire. And I wonder if Eternity is not and it, but a He. A nature of God, that designed time and created a universe that is ever expanding but always held in His hand.
The world is changing, and we have lost sight of the Nature of Eternity in us, in the world, and in Him. The curtain has been torn, and we have been birthed again into heaven. Heaven has become our home, making us akin to the limitlessness that most Christians reference to in wishful thinking after that dreaded departure known as death. We have been unleashed as anchors on this earth, tasked with preparing the earth for our home to invade. Though our bodies have been released unto the earth as usherers of the kingdom, our souls have been laid out before the King of kings, and the glory of it lies in the gift that we belong there. The Eternity of Jesus is freedom, the Eternity of the Father is love unending and love that bursts through like flowers in concrete or water through a stone in the desert. That is what pours through every touch of your fingers, every breath that rushes from your lungs, and every word that roars like a whisper in the darkness from your lips.
The world is changing, and it seems that chaos is spiraling in that same inevitability that the second law of relativity proclaims. Again and again we have seen this: the world ended in the days of Noah, but the end of the road was bent upwards, defying the natural state of things and sending humanity into the sky. Fire rained from the skies as Rome fell and the collapse of an age sent waves of destruction through the earth, but again, there rose a hope that saved the world. The world trembled as World War II began, as Hitler murdered the Jews alongside the Muslim Brotherhood, but there was a shift in the atmosphere and victory triumphed. The night is always darkest before the dawn, and it is this very cycle that so perfectly portrays the hands that hold us, and the battle that has already been won. The sun falls with the statement that chaos must slowly unwind sending order into destruction, the night falls to complete darkness and no hope can be found. Just as the thought of eternal darkness sets in, the horizon bursts like fire in the East, burning out the hopelessness, casting away the darkness and proclaiming to the world that hope always prevails.
The world is changing, and no one knows. The news sings the song that the end of the world beats to, and people grow weary of being told they don't deserve the blessings they have. A hundred voices rise around the individual, shouting guilt, shouting shame, shouting doubt and despise. But one voice rushes in like the waters at the ford, a whisper that rushes coolness over the soul saying, "Come, come and adventure with me." And a promise is made, a promise of boundlessness, a promise of love that will always catch you. It releases one to walk past the horizon and into the very stars, swirling into the depths of the ocean and gliding to the distant mountains with an ease only provided in the spirit. Drawing one to love, love that is given and expounded without end in supply. This whisper calls to the soul, breaking all boundaries and proclaiming freedom to its fullest extent.
The world is changing, but the cycle is only an illusion. The idea that the worst is bound to happen has been torn, and a new voice is calling, a voice that has been ringing through creation since the beginning and before, saying that the best is bound to happen. It is by love that the world has been saved, time and time again. And it is by love that the world will be saved. Our home is coming to earth, but the limitlessness of our home, the presence of a lover who spilled His blood completely, is with us now, whispering hope, whispering boundlessness, whispering love. All is not forsaken, rather it is found.