Saturday, September 30, 2006
The Chrysalids

I finished reading The Chrysalids a little while ago, and I just have to say, it's really strange. John Wyndham must have had a really strange mind. Or else he was just super creative, in a weird kind of way.

Anyway, I guess it just got me thinking: we are all mutants in this world. Especially as Christians. This is not my true home...it's like I'm David and living in Waknuk or travelling through the Fringes, and am always being chased down or having to always be on my guard. And then some day I'll get to the Sealand and I'll finally be home.

I can't wait for that, because I don't fit in that well in this world. And I can't wait to see Jesus! I think that when I first see him it will be like David and Rosalind and Petra staring in awe at that big blue bay...so unfamiliar [but they already know it], yet so wonderful and beautiful and magnificent. And amazing, like nothing else. I can't wait!

LISTENING TO: Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape; Underoath

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