The Unfinished City

On my way into the city via the interstate I was struck by the unfinished buildings, whether one story, two stories, five stories, fifteen stories or more, none were finished. Some had roofs but no windows, some had walls and windows but no roofs.

When I thought to exit the interstate and drive down some streets to look more closely at the strange sight I found that while ramps to and from the city had been started that none were complete.

Someone once surely had a vision, had a hope, had a dream – but where did it go? How had unfinished buildings become the norm? The second unfinished building was likely easier to stop than the first, and the third easier to stop than the second, and so on until hardly a thought was given to stopping construction prior to completion – it became of way of thinking, a way of life.

I saw that the elements, the rain and snow and wind, were ruining the unfinished buildings – they had little protection, they could not be preserved. There were vines growing up and throughout the buildings, trees had taken root on roofs, concrete and bricks and block were crumbling; floors and roofs were buckling.

Someone once surely had a vision, had a hope, had a dream – but where did it go?

Unfinished buildings, unfinished lives.

Have we seen heaven’s blueprint? If we have seen it, are we following through on it? Are we faithful to our calling? Faithful to the heavenly vision?

Someone once surely had a vision, had a hope, had a dream – but where did it go?

Unfinished buildings, unfinished lives.