When Worlds Collide II

Thinking about eternity is not something that I do very often. It is one of those concepts that requires a tremendous amount of faith and belief in God. It also requires an understanding of who God is and intended us to be--men and women of eternity. I use the term eternity not quite fathoming its breadth and depth, but knowing without a doubt that it is the only term that describes who we are. Not only is it a singular term of reference for a singular concept, but also, it has a singular existence because there is only one eternity.

When I think of eternity, my only frame of reference is an apple seed, or any other type of seed, even a human seed. A seed is planted, grows into its natural nature, produces more seeds which again grow into their natural nature. My instincts tell me that this is not God's concept of eternity. I am more inclined to think that God's concept of eternity never stops and starts because there is no death, as would occur in the case of a seed that is planted. There is only unending life, and unending joy, peace and love. There is life, and life, and life as one entity or being. There is eternity.

Our world was destined for eternity, but when it reached or arrived at the intersection of faith, we took the left turn instead of the right. We chose death and missed eternity's crossroad. We chose pain and missed the balm of Gilead. We chose anger and missed the peace of God. We also chose collision, and spurned God's call for unity. When God reversed course, we again took the wheel and pointed our world once again down death's dark road. We spurned eternity's call. And now, his third and final attempt is again being spurned. Will you miss eternity?

All around the globe there is death and dying, yet humanity spurns the call of God. Humanity knows no power on earth that is able to right its many wrongs, nor any power whose wisdom can prevail even in its darkest hour, nor any power for which the price of wisdom is anything you choose, and any amount you will. Humanity nonetheless continues on its death-defying race toward collision. It can be stopped but its conductor is a woman who knows naught about the things of God, or so they say when their hearts are not engaged. But when their hearts are enticed, they sing her praises to their desks and chairs. They cannot bear the thought that God, a man, would choose a female as his leading lady.

What calls to us in the darkest hour of need is that God's unrelenting love is all we see. He waits with open arms for one more soul to leave the path of sin and join him in eternity. He welcomes every wayward traveler, and bids them leave behind their cloak of shame; he welcomes all who crave eternity.

Anonymous
New York, New York