It’s been a while. A long while. And during that long while, I have changed. …
This is a story.
A long story.
A story that began a while ago, but is far from completion.
This is but a short chapter that began in the fall of 2011. As a senior at Cedarville University, the time had come to begin planning what I was going to do after graduation; if not to put my own mind to ease, I needed to at least come up with an answer for the questions I heard every day.
“The world is mine” I kept thinking. “When I walk across the stage, receive the most expensive and hard earned piece of paper I will ever touch, the world is mine.” My thoughts weren’t self-centered as much as they were my attempts to process everything. Graduating with no girl at my side, no commitments… nothing holding me to any certain location, the world is, in a way, mine for the taking. Isn’t that what we’ve always been told?
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The more that I experience life, the more I realize how much sin has corrupted Creation and man to its very core. Everything around us and within us is tainted with only slight resemblances to its original Created, perfect state. This rings true in sunsets as much as it does in man, paintings as much as in relationships, rain as much as people inside the Church. Everything we know, everything that we love, everything we experience is broken.
A few weeks ago, a speaker came to my home church and spoke on Young Earth Creationism and did a brief seminar on some scientific findings that have proven favorable to the theory. In the midst of his seminar, he was making a side note about how corrupt this world is and how mankind was made for heaven. He made the comment: “This is Satan’s world…this is not our home. We are just passing through, and while here, we’re supposed to make disciples.” … Continue Reading