A couple hours ago, I was out wasting time by wandering around downtown Columbus and was reminded that I’m fortunate to live in a small, rural, sheltered community.
I often wish that I lived in a bigger city. I get tired of driving 30 minutes to go, well, anywhere and I know it would be so nice to live minutes from a Wal-Mart, a mall and a 4 lane road (or at least one of those).
But in those moments, I totally forget what it’s like to live “in the city.” As I walked around today, I was reminded of all that. I heard language that I don’t want my 5 year old son to know. I saw way more skin than I want him to see. I saw a woman on top of a man in an extreme (and inappropriate) display of affection.
I know my little town (village, technically) is far from perfect, and we have our fair share of spiritually and morally dead and dying people, but it just doesn’t seem as extreme when it’s put into perspective with other places.
I was all alone walking around today and I love moments like that when I’m able to just watch people and talk to God. Those are the moments when the light bulb goes on for me. In one of those moments, this verse popped into my head…
1 Corinthians 1:18
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
Yesterday was April Fool’s Day and we all had our fair share of tricks pulled by us and on us, but it was just a day. Imagine what it would be like to live every single day of your life like a fool, not knowing who you could trust or what you could believe, having no idea what’s right and what’s wrong, and wondering if there even is a God or a point to this life.
There’s a whole world of people who think Jesus, Easter and the cross are a big April Fool’s joke. And it’s up to us (me) to show them different. If I don’t, my little village is going to look like the big city real soon.