We are on a trek across the US in our RV, taking our time, enjoying ourselves, and relaxing...well, I am relaxing as much as I can since I am a schedule loving, type A person. Anyway, one of the places my husband wanted to, no, insisted on, visiting, was Roswell, New Mexico. He wanted to "set up a lawn chair and watch the night sky" and he also wanted to see all the alien paraphernalia around the town. Well, we spent two nights there--no UFOs, and only a few green statues in front of businesses, and some tongue in cheek slogans on store fronts. Just a small town in the middle of nowhere. Still fun, though.
Then today I read the following in my verse of the day:
"Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your soul." — 1 Peter 2:11
Aliens, strangers....that is what we are. More to the point, that is what I am...an alien and a stranger in the world. And Peter's warning could not be more convicting, more condemning, for today, as most days, I did succumb to sinful desires...the desire to only think of myself. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't nice, it wasn't loving.
Little green men in silver spaceships we are not...but we are aliens in this earthly world, and the world does wage war against my soul every day.
