Vintage

The reason I like vintage so much is because it come from an era in the past where life was simpler. Immorality and wickedness weren’t as rampant as they are now. Boredom and apathy rarely occurred, fascination and wonder consumed. A time when mankind didn’t have the answers for everything and a solution to anything. There was joy and delight in invention and working hard to produce. All I see in this generation is drive-through, grab-and-go religion, going through all the semantics just to get a gold star, “Good job, you mindlessly completed another task where your heart and emotions were completely unattached and can now remain in your warm, cozy, vain, self-consuming bubble for yet another week.”

The reason I like vintage so much is because my spirit knows I was made for sinless perfection. I was made for the Holy One who creates out of love and shares His secrets to the simple ones. He doesn’t enjoy confusing, overcomplicated relationships- just pure, unadulterated, blissful communion. He likes honesty. He likes the weak lifted up. He likes joy unspeakable marinating in the heart. He likes confidence in love. He likes reality to be filled with incomparable fascination. He likes the hungry filled.

No death. No sorrow. No pain. No crying. No lying. No backbiting. No judgments. No self-seeking. No boasting. No envy. No immorality. No preying on the helpless. No false assumptions. No thieves. No cursing. No pity parties. No humanism. No good-byes.

What was lost in the garden shall be restored. There will be a new Heaven, a new earth and a grand, beautiful, breathtaking city. Our sins forever washed away and the mercy of the Lord ever on our lips. Blessed hope gives me strength to endure suffering and persecution. To let the light in me contrast with the darkness of this world. To stand firm on the truth that one day my faith will become sight. Bygone eras will lack nostalgia for the future, eternity with YHWH, I fix my gaze.