Once in a while I’ll start to feel so happy I begin to levitate, and then I have to sit back down and get back in the flow of the world at ground level. True joy is the equivalent of what it’s like to fly. We were meant to have wings, and by God’s grace we will. The people I see all seem cheerful and ready for a change to take place, many are anticipating Jesus’s return and paradise, but time passes slowly. If the clock on the wall had a second hand I would be counting the seconds until the end, for the end is near. Then I’m reminded of the sins I’ve committed recently, and I think twice. What’s wrong with having more time to repent and do good deeds?
Love is what we’re made of and it yearns to be free, but sadly I don’t deserve paradise. Our sins are why we walk upon the ground of a fallen world. We were born into a sinful place but we also become sinful because of what was inside us. The fall is without and the fall is within. Lately I’ve been realizing how much I need the Cross just to survive and stay above ground at all. Many people want to forget their sins. Although I believe I am forgiven I think about the bad person I used to be and try to fly low so as not to be appallingly arrogant.
The trees are beginning to drop their leaves everywhere. Another Autumn comes and goes. Every year they produce new leaves, and every year they wither and fall away, like a vast system in expectation of life’s ultimate victory. Soon the trees won’t ever fade and shed dry leaves. The world itself feels like one big waiting room in a way, but then there’s my sins, always remember your sins lest you start taking heaven for granted.
I soar over rooftops at night and pray for all those in the houses below. I care about them all from a distance, but when I get up close we clash. Problems appear and are magnified. It’s as if an invisible barrier stands between me and everyone else distorting any communication taking place so we can’t express ourselves or be heard properly. My world is a no man’s land, a Bermuda Triangle of jagged puzzle pieces that don’t fit together, wouldn’t fit together even if I tried. The more I fly and see the world—I’ve had my gift for several years now—the more I want to go deeper into my soul, lower than the ground, lower than I’ve ever been before.
On the surface everyone keeps striving for what they want, this goal or that, a promotion, a house, a new car, but I can tell they would not be much happier if their wishes were granted. One must bow and scrape the basement of the earth to be truly content, and even then the joy is temporary. If only I could do this or that, if only I could fly, all my problems would be solved. No, my friend, they would not. If I could I’d give you my gift along with the second, invisibility, and the third, all the money. You’d feel bored and empty within a week. Not that I am, for I seek something more timeless than fleeting comforts. Perhaps I am alone in feeling like this. Maybe the job, the house, and the new car is the stuff of happiness. Who am I to judge?
There is such a discrepancy between what one envisions in one’s heart and what comes to pass in the world. We must plant the seeds we want to grow then hope and pray they bear the fruit we want, and by the time those wishes are answered we’re dreaming new dreams and planting different seeds, as if the cycle is what’s most important and not the results the cycle produces. Again I sense that my perspective is unusual and more limited than most. After all there are many multitudes of heavenly purposes and people have different roles to play. I am confident that when all is said and done, what has happened from the beginning, the good that has been done, will make an abundance of sense to everyone. The kingdom we seek shall be an ideal utopia so beyond perfect no words exist to express its eternal glory.
I look forward to a place where imagination comes alive. All that’s been written in books, hinted at on television and in movies, sung about on albums and at concerts, will finally become life itself. Perfect lives for everyone in a holy kingdom that has no end. What more could anyone ask for? God is giving us nothing less than perfection. When the time comes, we won’t even be able to remember these days we live through now, so full will future days be. Strain you mind to envision the most perfect place for yourself and the ones you love, and let that be the starting point for your dreams. Where we’re going, God willing, is the everlasting dream that demands all of us be in attendance, for all that God has made is destined for heaven.
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