So, if i make my way through this wild, wan, weird world and don't get excited about the nuclear age and the space era, or if I seem bored - and I am - by things that thrill this world, it is for two reasons: the time is short and the fashion of this world is passing away. The time is short, my time and the age near their end. And the fashion, the scheme, of this world is passing away like a movie reel before my eyes. Every news report I watch means to me that the fasion of this age is passing away. The crowds on the streets hurrying from store to store, the traffic bumper to bumper, the United Nations, the politicians, wars and rumors of wars - the fashion of this world is passing away. I'm in it but not of it; I'm a pilgrim and stranger; I'm not a citizen of old Babylon. I'm looking for another City.
Vance Havner, A treasury of Vance Havner.
blessings on your week, pilgrim pals ... saija