OK, I admit it – I was wrong. The world didn’t end at noon on Tuesday.
It was more like 7.15pm.
Yes, my world has come tumbling down and I’m still trying to pick myself up from the wreckage. Little did I know as I was having dinner with friends on Sunday evening that such a throw-away comment like the world was going to end around noon on Tuesday would indeed come true, give or take 435 minutes or so.
It’s a funny thing your world tumbling down. Lots of boxes lying around. I had no idea my world was made up of so many. They’re everywhere. And you know what the really funny thing is – I really don’t like them. In fact, I hate them. All this time my world has been made up of these boxes and I hate them. I hate being boxed. And to think it was me who was stacking them up on top of each other, trying to build a life for myself, a life now collapsed around me.
But you know what? I’m glad. I am truly glad that my life has fallen to the ground. I now see it for what it is; I now no longer trust myself to build it back up again; and I think the alternative is now much more attractive, even though I don’t know much about it.
I have a sense though that I’m about to find out.
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash. But everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.” Jesus
