Why grass had always seemed queer

I can only assume that all of us feel strange at times. Some of us more so than others, maybe.

This little bit resonated with me from G.K. Chesterton's 'Orthodoxy' (p.80):

"The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home."

Or, as the writer of the biblical book of Hebrews said (13:14): "For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven."

Yea, may we never grow content 'cept with the unease of life here and now. And learn that nothing - in the church or out - shall be whole and perfect until another day (in other words, trying to love one another; the imperfect even more).