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4.07.2019

Rare perspective

Look at any old photo where the people are certainly deceased due to the passage of time. The sturm and drang of their lives was real. Family is real. Survival is real. Yet what arises from it that is meaningful, other than the wheel of life turning? I'll suggest this: ending up, one way or another, in God's camp, in Christ's army. Regenerated. With Christ in Heaven. Otherwise it's all motion with no telos. No ultimate object or aim. The life animals live. Animals don't make history. They just exist. Look at the old photo. A portrait, or crowds of people in a street an hundred and thirty years ago. You'll see people who just existed; but imagine the ones, the individuals, who became truly regenerated by the word and the Spirit. That's why that scene, those people, that life exists. That telos. (It's still a mundane scene. The awakened ones are still in that mundane world. Only death really shows the difference. Meanwhile, in a different way, it's all a picture of death. Even what would be called the poetry. It's still death. Dead in sin is dead. Young love is real, but it takes place in a mental haze; a sleeping state. New life is meaningful, but regeneration is the only real telos.)