Airport Living

We were talking about dying in Sunday school the other day, how it is sometimes difficult to strike a balance between living in the moment and not getting tangled up tight in clinging to the life we have now.

It's like an airport.

I'd be foolish to try to skip going through the airport if I was planning to fly somewhere, and while I'm in there, I need to be properly engaged -- going through security, presenting my ticket, getting on the proper plane.

But I'd be no less foolish to buy lumber and furniture and begin constructing a house in the middle of the waiting area. That's not what the airport is for.

It's for going through.

And then going on.


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