“Without the hope of posterity, for our race if not for ourselves,
without the assurance that we being dead yet live, all pleasures of the mind
and senses sometimes seem to me no more than pathetic and crumbling defences
shored up against our ruin.”
(the remains of a day’s sandcastle /Julie Cook / 2017)
This nation of ours has ignorantly busied itself building sandcastles in the path
of a rising and raging tide.
Oh so certain that the ramparts will hold and the walls will never be breeched…
holding strong while staving off the ill perceived intrusion of lies.
Statues are removed, protests are mounted, while the glamorous raise their glasses in
all the while ignorance is breeding contempt while violence is begetting violence…
Yet in the morning the castles will all be gone.
The tide of Truth will have leveled the pretense of man’s folly.
So we do not lose heart.
Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,
as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.
For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are
unseen are eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
There seems nothing to be hopeful for anymore other than eternity. Praise God for giving us the victory over death and the promise of a perfect, unaltered life with him.
I just keep hoping this country will open its eyes!
They will when Jesus returns.
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That verse in Corinthians – so encouraging, so hopeful. A counterbalance to the despair on this earthly life. The side with Jesus on it will win! Great analogy, Julie. I read a bit by Max Lacado this week about the little boy building sand castles but he did it knowing the night would bring the waves and wash it all away. Therefore, he just took his father’s hand and peacefully walked away from it. That is what we must be prepared for. Whatever we achieve here must be seen as temporary. The important thing is to take the father’s hand and leave it all behind. (I’m sorry I cannot acknowledge the source better.) I can look it up if needed.
Oneta…if I didn’t know you were already at it—I’d tell you to start writing a blog! You are such a voice of such no nonsense wisdom—the epitome of it being what it is because the ‘it’ is the Word of God found in the redeeming blood of the Lamb!!!
Precious of you. I’ll write a blog! Can you image that God would teach me how to do that at 80 something! Oh, yes, that redeeming blood! I’ll rejoice with you over that!
He uses His soldiers where best He sees fit 🤗