Today another piece from Steve Page. We think his writing has grown in stature and impact, and so it is a great pleasure to celebrate this work. Here, Steve imagines a world in which we have all learned, in which we have evolved towards something that instinctively feels right, as if we finally remember that we are the children of the living god.
In the long years of anger, when sadness reached its zenith and the children were lost for words, I looked around me at the plants watered, at the canvases covered, at the manuscripts authored, at the relationships recovered.
I looked and saw that in our pain, we had turned to the crucial, away from the futile. We had become pupils, not of the brutal but of the true communal – our original design, created with hope and with love in mind. And so we had readied ourselves for the light, for the Kingdom that kept to the original divine, a fresh drawn coastline with welcome in mind. A Kingdom without borders, but with beaches and harbours, a Kingdom of refuge, where noone’s a foreigner. A Kingdom where each can rely on a King to rely on and his brand new earth, not pie in the sky or promises broken.
I looked, and I saw what I already knew, that we were past due for change from man’s empty rhetoric, that we were all full-tired of fear-filled hate preach. I looked, and I saw the waiting King, who will speak only truth to those who are listening.
Wow! This is stunning.