1 John 2:17 “This world is passing away…”
God’s garbage is the perfect spring day. Blue sky, green tree, birds gliding far away.
It’s the smell of bacon and coffee with a good book before me on a Saturday morning.
I laugh along with friends at night around a table of hot, homemade food.
God’s garbage.
It’s going away like trash, refuse, dung, a pile of moldy rags. He’s throwing it all out one day.
Even God’s waste bins are glided.
When you live in the dump, you gotta enjoy what you can get.
I smile at an evening with a good show, or a long walk, or time with my kids. There is beauty and meaning in the scraps, twisted as they are by sin and the curse.
Some have been in the dump so long, they’ve forgotten that there is more than the trash. They climb to the tops of the garbage piles, collecting all the gold they can find.
But no matter how high they go, they never win. It’s not their garbage.