I’m not ready to rejoice just yet. Christ has not returned.
I used to go to Church with my wife, she’d still have me go but I cannot endorse the place. Anyway, they were singing, terribly as is often the case, a song. The lyrics consisted of “oh, death, where is your sting?” And the over all message they were giving off was that death no longer bothered them, it had no sting anymore. It was based on 1 Corinthians 15:55.
However, a Month later the lead Pastor’s dad died and they held a large, mournful dedication to the man. The Pastor was deeply saddened and affected by his Dad’s death, as is the norm. I thought then how quickly they had jumped the gun. Where is death’s sting, sir? Well, is it not in your heart right now?
They got carried away and started celebrating too early.
The point is, the world is still a terrible, wicked place. And death lurks around every corner. I cannot support the idea of modern miracles when things like Children’s Hospitals exist. One day, I believe they will no longer be necessary. But until then, no, I will not rejoice. The struggle is too real to me. For every happy, singing face I see in a church building, I see more tears and suffering outside. Funnily enough, isn’t it those in the building that should be out there with them? Yet they’re not… They’re happy in their little bubble of bliss. I find them to be… Not my cup of tea.
I will grant that my stubborness and opposition to following the current has been a boon for my faith. I rarely fall into falseness. I am rarely fooled by deceitful hearts. And I quest and question for the truth. I’ve found if you open your heart too much, you’ll let anything in.
I’d rather be true to who I am before God. Than to fake it till I make it just to please Him. Would He even want to have a relationship with a person like that?