As the wind blows, so goes plastic trash. Yesterday, while waiting in the motorhome for my bride, I noticed two long pieces of plastic wrap (about 8 feet each) caught in a tree and wrapped around the bushes. (I owe the title of this piece to my wife). Some days... and yesterday was one of those days...the wind blows all day long, and blows hard enough to make the motorhome sway and nearly change lanes. When it's really bad the highway patrol posts warnings for truckers and motorhomes because it's not uncommon to hear of them being blown over.
Anyway...I guess people can get used to just about anything, including strong winds (biting cold or searing hot) and all sorts of plastic stuck to the fenceline. There is a point here somewhere...help me find it...Oh! I know. In my mind I measure the difference there will be living in heaven where the streets are littered with gold instead of beer cans, paper trash and WalMart plastic bags.
It may be that being 73 has something to do with longing for a better place but I don't think that is the case. The gospel is the "good news" of Jesus Christ. Other than the gospel, there isn't a whole lot of good news from one day to the next. Perhaps you heard about the family from Haiti who survived the earthquake and after losing everything went to live with relatives in...you guessed it...Chili. They're living in such fear that they sleep outside in a garden under a small shelter. Truly, the "sorrows" that Christ spoke of have begun.
The rain at home is starting to look inviting. Our home in heaven will be our last stop. Blessings. e.c.