 In this season of viruses and political instability, I find myself thinking a lot about eternity. This world is not my home. And it can be hard for a young man like me to really embrace. After all, I look forward to what God has in store for me on this earth. Even still, at the end of the day, I know I’m not home yet.
 The life God calls us to live doesn’t make sense from a human perspective. His ways aren’t our ways; His thoughts aren’t our thoughts (see Isa. 55:8-9). And seeing the example of Jesus in the Gospels, the countercultural ways of God become even more clear. This is a God who challenges our perceptions and wrecks our plans.
 I sit outside as I write this. My coffee steaming in the cool, crisp air. The sound of rustling leaves and chirping birds in the background. Meanwhile, a yellow jacket seems oddly interested in what I’m doing. The morning sun shines on my face. I squint, holding down the pages of my Bible against the wind. But I love it. It reminds me of who’s really in control.
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