The Safest Place on Earth

It was hard work being a hippie. Doing acid and smoking pot made my feelings of insecurity even worse, and coupled with my depression, I was living in the cold fires of hell. I was on a quest to find meaning, maybe even God, but I scoffed at anyone who thought they had a some kind of direct connection. One day I saw the blue sky reflected off the glasses of a preacher standing outside his church. Somehow he seemed to posses the entirety of that blue sky within himself. I kept walking - but that blue sky pierced my heart.

We all hunger for something more, above the day-to-day and deep beneath the night-to-night, but we usually don’t expect God to break through the normalcy of our lives. And who wants anything to do with Bible-thumping religious people. But I have seen cracks in the boring routine of reality. Honest to God miracles have happened right under my nose. There is light brighter than the sun ready to break out on the dullest of days. There is a quiet voice louder than the constant noise of cities. There is a joy underneath the heaviest sorrows. There are people who smell like heaven. And there is a God who is able and willing to break into our lives.