The Crossroad of Divinity
You have come to the crossroad of divinity with your hands full of rotting gold. Take hold of Me, Christ says to you. But you cannot put down your things. You look from them to Him - from the tarnished green of metal that is already fading to the hidden glory of invisible things. You cannot come to Christ and hold on, but with empty hands, we will take hold of the Kingdom. (Luke 12:22) Someday, when we are back in Jerusalem (the only city to exist in this world and the next), we will laugh about the things we gave importance. I crowned my guilt. You embraced mediocrity. And we did all these things with a glimpse of some piercing eternity in the background - you and I, at least, knew that there was more and we settled for less. This is a cosmic crime they could hold against us, the moon and the stars. But I look up into the face of my Judge - He is my Father. And the blood of Christ runs over even the crime of loving less. It must be harder than ever to put down the pile of earthly goo
