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Live Out Your Time as Foreigners

devotional sketch "Perishable Things" from 1 Peter 1:13-25

devotional sketch “Perishable Things” from 1 Peter 1:13-25

“I’m all alone because all my friends have died.  I’m not doing anything because I don’t have anyone to do them with anymore.  I’m just waiting to die.”

I have a variation of this conversation every few weeks with my grandfather each time I come to visit him at my parent’s home, where he has been living since my grandmother died a couple of years ago.  Each time I hear those words, I both sympathize with the sentiment, and in the back of my heart I sense a small uprising of protest.  The fibers of my heart rebel against the idea that my grandfather is a worthless man, even if he is continually confronted by the sense of abandonment which waves of deaths must bring.  Even yesterday afternoon, after having another of these conversations, we received a phone call that my grandfather’s sister had died.  He retreated to his room after getting the news, understandably shaken again.

The day before, I played the piano for a funeral of a friend from church who was four years older than I am.  He died unexpectedly from a heart attack.  The morning of the funeral, I learned that another friend’s husband was just diagnosed with cancer.  And when I went to church, I spoke with a friend whose family is in Liberia, West Africa, living near the center of the city where the Ebola outbreak is exponentially killing thousands of people.  I come home, and turn on my computer to catch up on the news from my second home in Hong Kong, where students and citizens are protesting the Chinese government, fighting for open elections and the ability to chose their own leaders.  I fear that many there will die for their efforts fighting for justice.  All the while, another close friend lies in bed from a curable, but painful illness which takes months to heal from.  In my circle of relationships, the world is groaning right now.  I know I am not unique.

Lately, my art has taken a rather surprisingly abstract turn as I am drawn to create colorful, but undefined imagery, leaving my geometric, linear figurative work for this time.  It is as if God is allowing me to explore in my devotional imagination what it would be like to create as if the things of this world are less and less my home.  However, in many respects, the more I am drawn to be close to God, the more the world seems to be more vibrant, more important, more full of possibility in a spiritual sense.  I am catching glimmers of the spiritual reality immersing our world, which often is just out of sight.  It is as if God is calling to each of us to become more and more holy, shedding the things we cling to for control, and allowing ourselves to freely float as He holds us in the waters of His love.  He is washing us clean, helping us to stop clinging to all those things which we think give us security, identity, and meaning and focus more and more on enjoying the sensation of floating in God’s mercy and grace.

God, my cravings for control is the debris on the river bottom of my life.  Burn these waterlogged sin-tendencies up, so that what flows out of me, while you keep me on this earth, is clean, pure, life-giving … so much more like You.