Things temporal is the stuff of life and in that stuff I find safety, pleasure, purpose, identity and help.
But it doesn’t last. It is . . . temporal.
So I strive for more. And in that striving I allow little time for things eternal. I make no room for God.
Yet I long for something deeper. I look to the horizon of the great waters. I exult at its beauty and breadth and mystery—and I shudder too.
Did someone call my name? I step toward the depth and the exhilaration is quickly doused by a cold water concern for my temporal shoes.
They are wet and I am only in ankle deep. I responsibly step back to the eroding shore. It is temporal too.
I am still longing for something . . .
Please take five minutes and listen to “The River” by Steve Green. I encountered this song many years ago and its message greatly affected the trajectory of my life. The lyrics are included below the video.
Will we answer and risk it all?