One of my favorite things to do is going through empty, abandoned houses. I love looking at the craftsmanship, imagining the people and their lives while living in these places. There is a show on tv where a woman is taking these buildings, condemned to be torn down, and rebuilding them, making them back into a home. You can take a drive in a city or out in the country and see many such places, sitting forlorn. Just a shell. Four walls which used to surround the making of memories. Sitting empty - stripped of their former glory.
I think about all the work, the time, the cost, the materials, the manpower, which went into the building of the temple.
Over the years, it was completely destroyed.
Everything that is manmade will one day be destroyed, no matter how elaborate.
How expensive.
How finely crafted.
Eternity. Either in or out of our ABBA.
And that is all that really matters.
What do we invest a lifetime building? What are we passing on?
Who are we inviting to come live with us in the place Jesus is preparing for us?
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