Is this the new year of just another night
Is this a new fear or just another fright
Is this a new tear or just another desperation
Is this the finger or just another fist
Is this the kingdom or just a hit and miss
I miss direction most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom
Is this what you call pain
Is this what they call discontented fame
It'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down
And the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in.
Switchfoot - The Blues.
It'll be a day like this one. When I'm really not certain of very much any more. But Rosemary and Laura independently pointed out to me in the last few months, you can never prove the things you most want to be certain of. Even in maths, apparently, it's proven that in any axiomatic system you can never prove your axioms. We make decisions without being certain every day. As Becky put it - you check whether you're getting onto the right bus, but you don't check whether the bus has enough petrol. As Victoria pointed out - you choose an Oxford College even though you can't really compare them before you've studied at one. And yes, the more important the decision, the longer you think. I'm not certain. But everything in me is longing for the day when the world caves in and when I see my Lord and Saviour face to face. When he is worshipped and glorified as he deserves, when we will be together from every tribe and nation and language. And the promise is that it will be a day like this one, and I want to be ready.
