They,
and we, are still waiting in the river. Jesus' message to them is His message to us today:
Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. John 14:1-3 NLT
Sin and madness appear to rule.
Events take place that cause our agendas to explode. Anarchy shrieks and
lawlessness threatens. Scoffers
deride Jesus’ message. They heap scorn on us who wait for His coming.
Don’t be discouraged by mockery. Jesus always keeps His promises. When the time is right – when our home in Heaven is ready, when the last soul kneels at the cross, when the Almighty gathers all the threads of history and ties them together – then, He’ll come and take us HOME.
How the heart warms at the thought of home. A sanctuary. A place of relaxation. We can go shoeless, shirtless, pyjama-clad, hair undone, and feel no guilt. Because we’re home.
A much greater life than one of security and ease awaits us. Our true and eternal home. We may not have identified it as a longing for God’s house, but it’s been there, always, niggling at the soul, a nameless pining. A yearning for HOME.
When the drapes open to let in today’s light ask, “Is it today, Jesus, that everything will be ready?” Perhaps not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, oh my, the curtain between heaven and earth will rend and a blast of heavenly light will release all His followers from the dust and carry us home.
Don’t be discouraged by mockery. Jesus always keeps His promises. When the time is right – when our home in Heaven is ready, when the last soul kneels at the cross, when the Almighty gathers all the threads of history and ties them together – then, He’ll come and take us HOME.
How the heart warms at the thought of home. A sanctuary. A place of relaxation. We can go shoeless, shirtless, pyjama-clad, hair undone, and feel no guilt. Because we’re home.
A much greater life than one of security and ease awaits us. Our true and eternal home. We may not have identified it as a longing for God’s house, but it’s been there, always, niggling at the soul, a nameless pining. A yearning for HOME.
When the drapes open to let in today’s light ask, “Is it today, Jesus, that everything will be ready?” Perhaps not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, oh my, the curtain between heaven and earth will rend and a blast of heavenly light will release all His followers from the dust and carry us home.
Today, my Lord, let me ponder the heavenly home you’re preparing for me. It’s
beyond my imagination, still, I can dream of it as I wait for You.
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Rose McCormick Brandon is the author of
four books, including Promises of Home – Stories
of Canada's British Home Children, plus dozens of personal experience pieces, devotionals, short stories and
essays. Rose’s work has won awards in the personal experience and short essay
categories. A member
of The Word Guild and The Manitoulin Writers Circle, Rose and husband, Doug, summer on Manitoulin
Island where her pioneer ancestors settled and the home of his favourite
fishing holes. The rest of the year, they live in Caledonia, Ontario, near
their three children and three grandchildren.
1 comment:
Rose, this post blessed my soul! (I'm still smiling with the hope and joy that you stirred.) Thank you for dialing up the light of hope in the prospect of an eternal home for those who put their trust in Jesus our Lord and Saviour, our Redeemer and Coming King. ~~+~~
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