The Wrong Heaven
This may be exactly what I just said turned a different way. If it is...you know what... I don't care if it is.
I think that sometimes the root of any unhappiness in my life is that I have set my heart on the wrong Heaven. Instead of really living everyday with Heaven as my greatest hope; the thing that I'm working to bring about even subconsciously all the time, I substitute other things.
There are any number of quick fixes, that might be very good in and of themselves, but they aren't heaven. I firmly believe that the human heart is an idol factory if only because I know that mine is. The worst part is when I actually get those things and they are so hollow, and I find that the hope of having them was much better then the actual thing. Instead of the hapiness I thought they would bring, I only get dissapointment and frustration. I should know this by now.
But I don't.
If only my greatest hope was to see the face of Jesus with none of my sin clouding my eyes, I would never be dissapointed again. I would be looking for heaven where it is, and not hoping for it here in empty things. I could find my current joy in the pursuit...there is a lot of joy in unrealized hope when you know it will be fulfilled.
Anyways, I should go to sleep before I twist my and everybody else's brain out of shape.
I think that sometimes the root of any unhappiness in my life is that I have set my heart on the wrong Heaven. Instead of really living everyday with Heaven as my greatest hope; the thing that I'm working to bring about even subconsciously all the time, I substitute other things.
There are any number of quick fixes, that might be very good in and of themselves, but they aren't heaven. I firmly believe that the human heart is an idol factory if only because I know that mine is. The worst part is when I actually get those things and they are so hollow, and I find that the hope of having them was much better then the actual thing. Instead of the hapiness I thought they would bring, I only get dissapointment and frustration. I should know this by now.
But I don't.
If only my greatest hope was to see the face of Jesus with none of my sin clouding my eyes, I would never be dissapointed again. I would be looking for heaven where it is, and not hoping for it here in empty things. I could find my current joy in the pursuit...there is a lot of joy in unrealized hope when you know it will be fulfilled.
Anyways, I should go to sleep before I twist my and everybody else's brain out of shape.
posted by Hope | 7:37 PM
2 Comments:
Read "Eclipse of Heaven." He writes a book about what you just said.
I'll loan it to you if you want.
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