A very old song has sounded in my mind today, no doubt conjured because of some things that have developed among the people we are working with here in Lake Havasu.
“I Can’t Feel at Home in this World Anymore”
I’ve lived a wonderful, fulfilling life, and am very happy. However, more and more often, I am reminded that I am truly not of this world. I don’t understand the world, can’t grasp the thinking of many persons with whom I interact, and reckon almost daily with the thought that current world happenings are almost incomprehensible as regard morality and what seems to me common sense.
There is a reason for my “disconnect,” and for yours, you saints of the most high God.
“Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Little children, it is the last time:…” I John 2:15-18
We are distinctly different, seeing things in unique and godly ways. We don’t belong here. We’re of a different “nationality,” of “foreign ethnicity.” We’re waiting for our passport, for our right to emigrate…the call…the signal.
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