Full Stomach, Busy Fingers, Blurry Eyes

I remember that, at the end of my time at Rawhide, I was feeling pretty spiritually 'lean.' Life in this world (or perhaps slow death in this world) rides along this wild torrent of work and recuperation from work. The flowering of families and the atrophy of families, the hope of lovers found and the disappointment of lovers lost.

So much happening. The entertainment of television and all branches of other electronic media fascinate me so much, as the human race so quietly find itself in need of 'something else' besides work and family and... the Lord?.... to give hundreds, if not thousands of hours too.

I feel like quite the alien, as I take time in these summer months to get to know the Lord again. There is little or almost no financial gain for a season like this. Reading pages from an ancient book, spending time with an invisible God, investing in an unseen Kingdom (with few perks of luxury promised in this present world)... it seems funny at times. It's also incredibly peaceful. I mean, I'm ready to go... to kick the bucket... cash in my chips. And at the same time, I think that of that illustration that C.S. Lewis used in comparison to our present circumstance. Enemy-occupied territory. There's a good deal to be done on this planet, until I'm called out by my Captain.

At yet, it seems even more ironic that so many don't question where they "came from" before they entered the womb, and where "they're going" following the failure of their physical health on this planet. And while few people end their day with being assured that they're ready to die, it doesn't seem too outlandish to often consider the brevity of life. Has entertainment and pursuit of 'more' clouded eternity out of the minds of people who strut and fret their way upon this life's stage? Given the frailty of humans, isn't it obvious that there is something or someone beyond our inventions, philosphy, and technology that has given shape to the experience of being alive?

It seems that "Evangelism" constantly bridges the gap between the startling reality of God and the deception of the pleasure-seeking existence on earth.
Welp, that's all for now. I've been just sitting in a chair for a bit, and my fingers found the keyboard, and things just started moving. I'm gonna go outside soon! Wisconsin's rivers are calling my name.