Rain. A whole lot of rain. For some reason I decided that today would be a good day to bike around the city and I didn't use my foresight and check the forecast. So I, in my brilliance, took the 5 mile ride home in pouring rain. I started off thinking how much the whole ride would stink, but as I got farther, my clothes wholly soaked through, my bike throwing extra water on my back, I thought about where I was going. I was going home. Sure it was a horrible condition to be going home in, but why does it matter? The thought of home and rain and life made me smile and laugh right there on my bike.
This is how we should go through life. We live in an evil, disgusting ball of a world. If that's how we want to see it, but why should we live depressing, self-righteous lives just because of our circumstances? We must live with the end in sight. We are all on our way home, so what reason do we have to not smile? This is joy. Not always being happy, but always being aware that Christ has redeemed and God is waiting. So laugh, bike through this raining world and praise, because we serve a God who is ready to give us a towel when we get Home.
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