Outside the Balloon

Maybe it was a vision. Or maybe it was the key lime ice cream we ate before we went to bed, I don't know. Coming out of a sound sleep, it's hard to say if it was Narnia or that time when you see the wardrobe but you're still in the Other Country. Whatever it was, I don't want to let go of it--a clear sense of a world that truly was perfect and good (that big thing we take by faith), but all of time and history being lived out in the inside of a balloon. Inside there, the air is stale. Little people like me, from the beginning of time, have been living and dying inside thinking life inside this cramped space is all there is and running around, trying to get all the stuff they can to help them make it through life in the balloon. One day, God will take His big fingers away from the neck and let out all that stale air, releasing all those who dreamed of real life outside into the expansive freshness of His perfect world. All He asks is that we pay attention to the Message He left inside the balloon before the whole thing inflated.

Breathe deeply.

Read the Book.

Look forward to better days ahead.