LIFE-DEATH-LIFE

Genealogies are a written proof of the life death life cycle.  We are all just recycled people.  Life is a mystery and a miracle.  The farther away from nature that I wander, the less I appreciate that.  I get haughty and think I am way more important than I truly am.  I try to rule and reign over everything, build great things as a testimony to my greatness, things that will last long after I am gone so that others will remember and honor me.  But those memorials are made of brink and stone and will, like me, simply return to dust.

One who kneels close to the ground, daily connects to the dirt, and is watchful of the life death life process, knows the humility and the preciousness of the dust from which we all came from.

I work so hard to be more than I am, even though what I am is declared “very good by my Creator.  God created everything to be as it was meant to be and all of that creation was a delight to Him.  But human beings succumbed to the temptation of wanting more, wanting bigger, wanting better, and went off on their own to find it and accomplish those things.  Unfortunately I often continue in their pattern.

I take what I was freely given, leave the One who delighted in who I am, and went out on my own to be better, do better, and live life in my own glory.  In trying to find myself I lost myself and squandered all I had been given.  Way too often I abandoned the fountain of living waters and ended up in a self made cistern that was broken, deteriorated, and empty.  I left the Garden where every plant and tree yielding fruit was given as food for me to feast on for a world of famine, where even the pods pigs ate were kept away from me by those who fed their pigs but ignored me.  I left a Garden of beauty, harmony, and peace for a world of arrogance, chaos, mean spiritness, lawlessness, violence, hatred of God and His creation.

Will I come to my senses?  Will I humble myself and return Home?

Will we as human beings of God’s Creation come to our senses?

God is waiting for our return.  He is waiting for us with the best robe to cover us, with the fattened calf on the grill, ready to celebrate our return.  He created us and delights in us, in all our imperfection.  He is waiting with open arms and a compassionate heart, to run out and meet us as we find our way Home.  We are His children.  BEHOLD what manner of love He has given and continues to give us.  How can we do anything else except return to Him and be all that He has made us to be?