The wicked strut
about on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
(Psalm 12:8)
(Psalm 12:8)
Sometimes some accuse me
of
being too much
a
‘pie-in-the-sky’ kind of guy,
who
looks too much
toward heaven
when
there is so much work
to
be done on earth
to create our Eden.
Too
much an eye, they say,
toward
children’s fairy tales,
Sunday
school fables,
and
superstitious promises
of
something better.
Something
better.
When
the Creator of Something Better
is
thrown out of our culture
and
depravity is exalted among us,
from
politicians to judges,
educators
to administrators,
clergy
to laity . . .
We
expect something better
without Him?
without Him?
That is why evil is free to grip the soul
and
darken the heart of one
who
strolls into a theater
and
mercilessly murders strangers.
That is why evil is free to grip the souls
and
darken the hearts of those
who
ruin children
and of those who turn blind eyes
to the seduction of innocents
in university locker rooms
and grade school classes.
That is why evil is free to flash welcoming smiles
and of those who turn blind eyes
to the seduction of innocents
in university locker rooms
and grade school classes.
That is why evil is free to flash welcoming smiles
a
hundred-thousand times a month,
a month,
for
more than forty years,
at
moms who bring their unborn
to
a clinic for slaughter.
And yet,
as we push God
ever further from our culture
and
evil is free to run rampant,
some
still accuse me
of
looking forward to heaven
for
something better.
Yes,
I look.
As
a parched deer gasps to find water,
I
yearn for fulfillment of the promised ‘better.’
Promises
like:
Your eyes shall see
the King in His beauty.
They shall behold a
far-distant land.
And no resident there
shall say,
“I am sick.”
And everyone there
will be
forgiven their iniquities.1
forgiven their iniquities.1
And promises like:
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone . . .
‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”2
And come along.
‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone . . .
‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”2
1)
Isaiah 33:17, 24 (NASB)
2) Song
of Solomon 2:10-13 (NASB)
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