The Kingdom of God
I believe that the kingdom of God is like an Adirondack chair on a shaded lawn, like the city’s flooded storm drains, like a freshly poured pint of New Holland Dragon’s Milk, like a dog with a ball, like the Prelude to Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, like a warm briar pipe on a crisp fall day, like a boy with his ukulele, like a fireplace after a day of skiing, like a yellow rose, like a varsity football game in the rain, like Evensong, like the thunderstorm that gathers on the horizon, like microwave popcorn, and like a hand to hold when you’re sad.
Inspired by Douglas Wilson:
“I believe that the kingdom of God is like an endless river, like a sawtooth mountain range, like whole milk, like a cultivated plain, like a marble city with gardens, like a marbled steak on the grill, like aged cheese, like smart phones, like a high mountain meadow, like the laughter of family at the table, like the way of a man with a maid, like a moonlit ocean, and like a warrior crying high defiance. The kingdom of God is like everything.”
—Douglas Wilson, “An Odd Credo”
And by Joe Rigney:
“I believe that the kingdom of God is like a moonless night with a starry sky in the middle of nowhere, like a lively conversation, like swordfights on the back deck, like a Sunday afternoon nap, like shared tears that bring relief, like sliced jalapenos, like aged wine on the lees, like a case of the giggles, like melting snow in March, like Mozart’s Concerto #20 in D, like a mother’s embrace, like a father’s approving smile, like the knowing grin of an older brother with a twinkle in his eye.”
—Joe Rigney, The Things of Earth
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