People of every culture have looked at themselves, at their respective values, worldview, and accomplishments, and thought, “Surely, this is as good as it gets. Surely, we’ve arrived.”

In truth, every one of them (including our own) is transient. Christians should know this. Wherever and whenever we may be, we are sojourners.

We have not arrived until God has said, “Now. Now you have arrived. Enter into the joy of your Lord.”

About the image:

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said — “two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert … near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lips, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,

Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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