The Easy Chair

How dim of us to cling so tightly to this life, which is temporary and fleeting. It reminds me of the man who was so comfortable and content in prison that he refused to be released into society, into the “real world” where there was the possibility of love, of hope, of a future. We are more content in a gutter, when He hath prepared for us a mansion. I fear for some, maybe dangerously even for myself, hell is a “comfortable” place at first. Why risk the work and the danger of heaven? God save us from our easy chairs that surely contain our chains.