Certain parts of scripture are elusive for me. Like John’s vision in Revelation 21. Sometimes I read it and the vision of a new heaven and earth feels palpable and the most natural thing my spirit could hope for… other days it feels like a riddle, or even a taunt. Like a painting I can’t get into focus. The colors are swirling and weird and I’m dizzy from it.
But I keep coming back to it. On hard days in this in-between age, sometimes the best news is that one day, maybe even this day... all will be perfect. All will be as it was meant to be.
Peace in this Advent season. Much more music to come.
-Eric