I am, literally, on a train.
And something caught my attention - out of the window.
Surrounded by a high fence, squeezed between the tracks and a field was a community.
Of "high quality" mobile homes.
With all the usual stuff.
Cars
People
Phone lines
Electricity
An entrance, an exit.
But
No foundations.
It looked, literally, as if it has been planted on the planet for a while, or was just passing through.
Then it would be gone.
Nothing to hold it down.
Un - gripped by earth.
If we are to be the agents of change that God intends, then
We need to hold things lightly
Loving the life he has given
Loving the people he brings us in contact with
But never allowing this world to hold us in it's grip.
Because "it is not foolishness to give up the things we cannot keep
In order to gain the things we cannot lose", as Jim Eliot said.
After all, we are here for just a little while.