As We Know It
It’s the end of the world as we know it! Wouldn’t that be great if you were relieved of all responsibility because tomorrow, it’s all over.
Just don’t worry about getting up stay out all night – drive way too fast listening to music that will hurt your eardrums and keep you from hearing your grandkids when you’re seventy, but wait. You won’t have grandkids, or even kids because the world ends tomorrow when the sun rises. Walk off into the woods to be with God (and keep walking) or go crazy out in the city crashing at someone’s house because this is all the time you got and you won’t be remembered for it. Now total anonymity because everything is wiped clean tomorrow, no memory, no grass or trees or music or papers or cars, watches, stairs to climb forms or lines lightbulbs to break while being worried about backing over the neighbor’s cat. Nothing. Literally clear off your desk, smash your phone into the wall and break the empty plates and push the snooze button with a sledge hammer, because a clean slate is what you’ll have and a clean desk is what you want right now. Call up your sweetheart from highschool tell her how you really feel because it’s the last night! Pull out the stops and kick in the doors; doorknobs are becoming increasingly useless!
What if. As Christians, we realized that the dawn of our time in heaven is much closer than we acknowledge, and that our reputation and stance on earth matters not. What if we weren’t afraid to love like there were no consequences, to screw sense and to screw what we feel like we know we’re supposed to do. What if we jumped out of the boat and hit solid water and kept running? What if we weren’t so concerned about showers and food and clothes? What if we relied on God’s infinite capacity to love so that we could love like He loves? What if we looked at each other and realized that to follow Christ means the end of the world as we know it?
Just don’t worry about getting up stay out all night – drive way too fast listening to music that will hurt your eardrums and keep you from hearing your grandkids when you’re seventy, but wait. You won’t have grandkids, or even kids because the world ends tomorrow when the sun rises. Walk off into the woods to be with God (and keep walking) or go crazy out in the city crashing at someone’s house because this is all the time you got and you won’t be remembered for it. Now total anonymity because everything is wiped clean tomorrow, no memory, no grass or trees or music or papers or cars, watches, stairs to climb forms or lines lightbulbs to break while being worried about backing over the neighbor’s cat. Nothing. Literally clear off your desk, smash your phone into the wall and break the empty plates and push the snooze button with a sledge hammer, because a clean slate is what you’ll have and a clean desk is what you want right now. Call up your sweetheart from highschool tell her how you really feel because it’s the last night! Pull out the stops and kick in the doors; doorknobs are becoming increasingly useless!
What if. As Christians, we realized that the dawn of our time in heaven is much closer than we acknowledge, and that our reputation and stance on earth matters not. What if we weren’t afraid to love like there were no consequences, to screw sense and to screw what we feel like we know we’re supposed to do. What if we jumped out of the boat and hit solid water and kept running? What if we weren’t so concerned about showers and food and clothes? What if we relied on God’s infinite capacity to love so that we could love like He loves? What if we looked at each other and realized that to follow Christ means the end of the world as we know it?
posted by hoov at 6/13/2007 10:39:00 PM
2 Comments:
I just found a comment from you on a poem I wrote once...
and your blog, it's thought-provoking.
what if...
but we dont. we're that stubborn.
nice thoughts...
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