Thursday, October 28, 2004
Blue Skies, Green Mountains, Cool Breezes
So I can’t believe it’s been almost a month and a half since I’ve written anything here. I have thought of a lot of things to write over the last several weeks, but have never sat down and done it. It’s part busy-ness, part laziness.
A lot of people have been asking me recently about my eschatological views. Not really; I don’t think anyone has actually asked me. I just wanted to sound important. But anyway, if anyone were to ask me, here’s what I’d tell them about my end-times ideas. Pre-millennial, post-millennial, blah blah. Who knows and who cares? Not I. We’ll find out when it happens. And why argue about it until then? But this is what I decided today. I think that maybe, when the new Jerusalem descends, that it will descend into the Valley of Mexico. Today was one of those incredible days when I am amazed that I live in such a beautiful place. If you’ve never been to Mexico City, you don’t know what I’m talking about. If you have been here, you still may not know. This sort of day doesn’t normally come along often, but we’ve actually had quite a few of them in recent weeks. The blue clear sky, set behind and above those tall green mountains. A temperature of about 75 degrees and just the slightest cool breeze to brush the thin mountain air against the skin. That amazing low-latitude sun.
Of course, the new Jerusalem will descend after the millennium and the nuclear holocaust and all that, so that’ll give plenty of time for all the ugliness of the "world's largest city" to be burned down, disintegrated, blown away, and washed clean; and for the old fields and forests and lakes to restore themselves. If you still don’t understand, come and visit Mexico City. Maybe tomorrow will be just as nice as today. How could it get any better? I know, I know… only if I could share it with… you know… her. But I can’t. So I’ll have to enjoy it alone and be thankful for such a blessing.
A lot of people have been asking me recently about my eschatological views. Not really; I don’t think anyone has actually asked me. I just wanted to sound important. But anyway, if anyone were to ask me, here’s what I’d tell them about my end-times ideas. Pre-millennial, post-millennial, blah blah. Who knows and who cares? Not I. We’ll find out when it happens. And why argue about it until then? But this is what I decided today. I think that maybe, when the new Jerusalem descends, that it will descend into the Valley of Mexico. Today was one of those incredible days when I am amazed that I live in such a beautiful place. If you’ve never been to Mexico City, you don’t know what I’m talking about. If you have been here, you still may not know. This sort of day doesn’t normally come along often, but we’ve actually had quite a few of them in recent weeks. The blue clear sky, set behind and above those tall green mountains. A temperature of about 75 degrees and just the slightest cool breeze to brush the thin mountain air against the skin. That amazing low-latitude sun.
Of course, the new Jerusalem will descend after the millennium and the nuclear holocaust and all that, so that’ll give plenty of time for all the ugliness of the "world's largest city" to be burned down, disintegrated, blown away, and washed clean; and for the old fields and forests and lakes to restore themselves. If you still don’t understand, come and visit Mexico City. Maybe tomorrow will be just as nice as today. How could it get any better? I know, I know… only if I could share it with… you know… her. But I can’t. So I’ll have to enjoy it alone and be thankful for such a blessing.
