Not Home Yet

My heart longs for a land I’ve never seen.

My soul yearns for a country I’ve not yet entered.

My memory is drawn to a lane it’s never walked.

My eyes search for a site I’ve not yet lived.

I wonder how I can dream of a place I’ve never been, and then I remember.

We’re not home yet.

We’ve not yet received the decree.

We’ve not yet acquired the dream.

We’ve not yet taken hold of the promise.

We’ve not yet been enraptured by the hope.

But rest assured. It’s coming.

Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.

Revelation 21:2-7

War. Remind Me. What is it Good For?

I make my bed in the morning as I think of the elderly woman fleeing who hasn’t slept in 3 days.

I brush my teeth as I think of the young man who lost his yesterday from shrapnel coming through the window.

I fix my coffee as I think of the little girl who is crying for lack of water in the deep dark train tunnel.

I get dressed as I think of the mother clutching the last dress she has, the one she’s worn for the last ten days as she holds her baby tight, wondering if her world is coming to an end.

War. What is it good for?

That’s the old song. It says it’s good for nothing. It says it brings no solution. It says it only brings heartache and decay.

Remind me. What is it good for?

I jump into my car, driving across town, and I think of the men, barely learning the world, crammed into tanks, being lied to about their missions and their cause.

I sit at my desk as I think of the soldier huddled with his gun, waiting for the shot.

I walk down the hall as I think of the many who may never walk back through their door.

I leave for home as I think of the millions who are fleeing their own, never knowing if they’ll return.

War. What is it good for?

That the age old question. It’s said to be a folly. It’s said to be for purpose. It’s said to be the point in which decisions can be made.

Remind me. What is it good for?

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven.

Ecclesiastes 3:1


The struggle for privacy

Fear or Conceit

No matter what causes you to hide, the result is always wounding pride.

The concealment of shame is revealed in the blame, and it’s exposed in the rain.

The seething, veiled anger causes pointed fingers, refusal to linger.

The struggle for privacy

Terror or Pain

No matter the attempt to shield, the answer is never to yield.

The removal of truth is shown forth in the uncouth, and like pulling an eye tooth.

The reeling emotions causes rare demotions, and inner commotions.

The struggled for privacy

Real or Fake

No matter the desire to perform, the reply is always to conform.

The hiding of faith is displayed in scaiths, and expressed in the haith.

The disclosure of reality causes exposure of brutality and the coming finality.


Pended – MG – 4/5/22

Pride goes before destruction,

And a haughty spirit before a fall.

Proverbs 16:18