In a perfect world, all of us would make more than we need to live on. No one would need to struggle to live on minimum wage and no one would be a billionaire. Children and young people wouldn’t die at a young age while others seem to live forever even when they don’t want to. There wouldn’t be wars over who controls land. There wouldn’t be politics “as usual” with lying and bribes and back room deals – we wouldn’t even need separate parties. We would agree on what is best for everyone.
We wouldn’t open to obituaries to see another young person dead from an overdose or suicide. We wouldn’t hear about another murder in another city. There wouldn’t be gun violence. We wouldn’t have police violence because we wouldn’t need police.
I think a guy named John wrote a song that was similar to these thoughts and then someone shot and killed him for no reason before he was ready to go. One of his band mates died to early of cancer. Several of his friends died of drug overdoses. Some were rich and now they are poor.
John didn’t live in a perfect world and neither do we. We need to fight to live. You may be fighting any one of these battles or several at the same time. Hang in there. In a hundred years, no one will remember who or what you battled.
1 Peter 1:24-25 “All people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
25 but the word of the Lord endures forever.”