Normal days are like this.

Darkness is turned to light. The blind receive their sight. Wrongs are made right. Yes, normal days are like this, but few of us are amazed.

Here’s what happens.

We become accustomed to the miraculous and miss the miracle.

Those who are most precious to us become our enemies.  Those to whom we owe the most, we treat the worst.  Watching television is more important than the voice of a child wanting to play.

Checking e-mail is more urgent than turning to say, “I love you.”

We begin to disappear, long before death overtakes us. We become cogs in the machine, zombies rolling out of bed, consumers of plastic toys and disposable containers. Our big concern is gas mileage. Our main ambition is money in the bank. Our over-riding emotion is fear… for we cannot face the reality of our non-existence.

Happy hour is God on Sunday. And THAT is what happens to the best of us.

Shhhhh. No one must know.

Nothing is sacred. We want sanitary preachers in clean suits and not too bold ties. We will gladly give them our money, if they continue to leave us alone.  Let us wilt and die. A room-full of imposters can hide the Truth and allow us to believe our chosen lie.

We are safe from wisdom here.

We have money and highways and malls. We have basketball teams and cheerleaders. We have poets rapping reams of reptilian rhyme…

I say this to warn you. You are not safe. The Lion is loose.

Beware. The time is soon upon us. The hour is near. The Master cometh…. He stands at the door.

You see…normal days are like this:  Darkness is turned to light. The blind receive their sight. Wrongs are made right. The One thought dead comes back to life … and no one is amazed.

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