A Letter to the World

Oh world, you are becoming more and more strange to me as I grow in my faith. I feel as though I get farther and farther away from you as I pull closer and closer to the King. And as the chasm between us grows, I see you more clearly for what you are: captive. At first I was your servant, I did everything in my power to fit like a glove on your hand. To seem one of the rest, I would do anything. And then the Lord came, the merciful Lord, and he showed me his ways. They so contradicted yours that I became bitter with you, and all your people. My motive went from wisdom to knowledge the instant I felt superior to you and your corruption, and I began to swell up with pride. It filled me as air fills a balloon; soon it was the very make up of me. Pride. Puffy Pride. I looked down my nose at you until one day I realized I was not on the same page with God. I had been, but then I let me take over again, and the devil laughed as I did. For as I condemned you, I condemned me. As I shook my finger at all the hostages that occupy all the space you consist of, I misrepresented Christ and I gave points to the devil, I didn't just lose ground in the battle, I literally handed it to the enemy. I fell before my King thinking surely his mercy had reached it's limits when it came to me. Surely he would not recieve me back, atleast not as his friend ever again. But he embraced me! He began to reteach me everything, and this time it went to my heart and not my head. I stored it up like treasure never to be taken from the depths of my soul. And as I did so I began to see how small I am. The Lord grew and grew in my sight. And I got smaller and smaller. And for the Lord's good reason, my heart felt at home with the idea. I was not sitting on a throne beside God-I was face down, at his feet. And as I begin to see Him and I for what and who we are, I saw you too. I saw you captive. I saw your dictator and all the chains he held in his hands, all of them leading to people struggling beneath their weight. All of the people that I had once thought the enemy. I now saw that I had only added to their burdens. But the most painful thing I saw was myself, in each of their tired set of eyes. In their grimaces I remembered mine. I was humbled at once. My life became about two things, and not just one. Yes, now I wasn't just living to love the Lord, I was living to love his greatest creation. People. No matter who. No matter how bad they had messed up, because in the eyes of the Father, all our sin weighed the same when His son took it all upon himself...