I am watching a time-elapsed video. Storm clouds are enveloping the sky. Shutting out light. Enclosing the land in darkness. Rain like teardrops pour down upon parched and thirsty lands. Far from a refreshing rain, it is a mournful rain which flows like a torrent, sweeping away all and everything in its path of destruction. Higher the water rises, faster the wind blows, more ominous the clouds appear. Hope is gone. Despair and anguish replace hope and joy. And then I realize I am not watching a documentary about the weather. I am watching our nation. I am watching our world. I am watching as overwhelming sadness, grief, loss, and despair envelops everything in its path.
The light in my eyes dim. My heart is gripped by so much sadness. I join the many who ask 'why?' and 'how long must this continue?' Far from the once carefree days of childhood when one desires to go on living forever in this present world, my heart aches to see this world set right, to see the earth and sky redeemed, to see what all of this should have been like in the first place. My heart longs for restored relationships and people made whole. For the clouds to part, scatter, and fade away. For the sun to burst through shining, illuminating all things joyous and good. My heart longs to run through fields of wildflowers and exult in every blade of grass. I long to run free with wild abandon and rapturous delight in a place where pain no longer exists, where hurt is a thing of by-gone eras, where the only clouds which line my sky are huge and white and fluffy and blaze white in the glorious light of morning.
This is my paradigm shift. Far from wanting the imaginary and rather ambiguous perfect life here and now which this world often bills as the only thing for which we have to live, I long for the day when it really will be perfect. When this world will no longer be as we have come to know it but will, in fact, be a place of harmony, love, and peace in the purest form possible. When a daisy will not only cause my heart to thrill but will bring joy to all who encounter it. When sadness will not only be wiped away but entirely erased so there is no memory of its effect. When a brilliant blue sky will smile down upon all who dwell below it and birds will sing with joy for earth's inhabitants. It is this glorious day I eagerly await. And while storm clouds obscure my view of the sky, I will continue to live by this one truth - this world, lost and dying, must be given the hope and love of Jesus. For nothing else will give peace in the midst of so much despair.