Are you okay with today if tomorrow is the end?

Forgetfulness is a sin, rooted deep in my flesh. At the moment God thought me into existence, was I clean? All I've known is dirt. All I've breathed is oxygen. I have always been paired with war. It's always been life and death. The supernatural and earthly cannot be separate worlds except for in the foolish mind of man.

So why do I pretend it's about me? How can I forget the reality of the big picture?

I've been asleep to passion and urgency, and only recently have I begun to open my still unfocused spiritual eyes. I need another touch from Jesus.

I'm so hungry for him.

I'd become malnourished to the point of zero appetite... a sign of disease. Imagine my shock when suddenly I craved his love more than anything. I don't need bread. He is my sustenance.

I'll take off my clothes

Naked before the one who sees all

I'll expose my straining outstretched arms

Screaming

Is it enough?

There is a violence to this newfound awe.

It's not enough to live in ignorance. There are people dying. I can give my life as a sacrifice. I chose to refuse shame. Jesus deserves his reward.

I am his reward.

They are his reward.