“It’s a very strange world, Master Jack,” that stanza was contained in a song that hit the charts in 1968. I heard that song hundreds of times. I was somewhere between sixteen and eighteen, and I totally believed it was a strange world, so I could identify with the words.
Can you imagine coming through the birth canal and viewing this environment for the first time. No wonder you cry even before the doctor slaps you. If the doctor slaps you, it confirms this is a strange place.
These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.
They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world.
We’re here and it can be very uncomfortable at times. Hang on, because in no time, we’ll be enjoying the comforts of home.
Give it some thought.
Gary