Temporary?
Refugee brings images of a broken, dangerous world.... A world that I am lucky not to see, here ---> safe in Fort Wayne, Indiana. And yet, we are all refugees to this place.
This is not our home but we could be forced out at any second. Death could claim us at any turn... and those without the hope of new life only see the end. There isn't a beginning to their end.
But we are given a new beginning. A second chance at a life that was created so perfect, in the beginning. A life without any kind of scars... or sin.
It is impossible to remember the truest form of innocence: the day when we opened our eyes to a bright light, of which we had never seen. We could not comprehend the world that awaited us. Time would whether and destroy our purity. To some, that was the beginning of the end. To others, it was the beginning of a journey to an even newer beginning.
So we are reborn. We die to the mess we have made. When we purge ourselves in the water... when we die to our watery graves, staring up at the lights shining through the rippling water.... we return through a filter leaving only forgiveness and grace leaving behind the scars and grime of the dead. We explode into the new day, into new life taking that first breathe, once again. Filling our eyes with piercing lights and our lungs with fresh oxygen and our hearts with innocence, we are re-born.
Describe Re-Birth.
