On aliens and strangers

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March 13, 2012 by alie

I am getting too comfortable here. I am storing a treasure trove for myself, filled with things I am afraid to lose. I forget that this is not my home. This is not where I will rest. This is the waiting room and I fear getting so caught up in the plastic toys, left in the corner to keep me entertained, that I’ll forget why I am here. We feel safe inside the paper fortresses we build ourselves and close our eyes to the danger that awaits. We don’t think about the breath that could blow it over.

Live your lives as strangers here in reverent fear. 1 Peter 1:17

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