One day, we will forget the former things, but we will never forget what it feels like to be speechless in His presence. Unutterable emotions and heavenly high praise will overtake our outmoded mediums of communication. Our superficial sounds, signs and motions will evaporate into eternity as the tethers of time unravel and decay, but the quiet moments we enjoy with Him will last into the unending age
We will live in the ubiquitous experience of joy inexpressible, full of glory. We will see with open eyes in an eternal landscape impossible to describe. We will be one, as we are in Christ. We will stretch our hearts into the infinite setting of love and expand until we explode beyond the horizon.
We will rest in the bed of limitless light. We will lie in the lap of a thousand years and lose ourselves in the eyes of love. We will welcome the faces of a thousand friends, and join them in a dance of decades and days. There will be neither tiredness nor tears, neither darkness nor death. The Father will make all things new, and what we will become, who can guess? Even then, we will continue to anchor our hope in His everlasting name.
His whisper marks the unseen way and charts a course that only trust can take.
Even then, we will walk by faith. He will continue to guides us with the light of His eyes. He will never cease to moves us by the wind of His presence. His whisper marks the unseen way and charts a course that only trust can take. This is the boldness of faith. This is the courage of Christ—to stand by the way and ask for the ancient paths, to walk the long forgotten way our first forefather paved in the cool of the day. Enoch found this trail—lost in a garden long ago—and never left. I’m quite certain he walks it to this day.
To walk with God is a wilderness. His trails are circuitous and strange, soaked in subtle mystery, alive with adventure and novelty. You may spend one night in prison, and the next in a palace. Like Philip, you may be whisked away. Like John, you may be exiled in a lonely place. No matter where our trails take us, Christ is both the distance and the destination. He is all in all, the first and the last, and everything in between. He who can ascend the Holy hill is he who already abides in the holy place. Even when he walks through the valley of the shadow of death, he will fear no evil, for his heart has become an abiding place for the light of everlasting life.
No matter where our trails take us, Christ is both the distance and the destination.
One day, we may come to a place in our walk with Christ where words are no longer necessary. They will become superfluous, like the sedentary stones of an ancient sanctuary, the shadows of a more substantial reality. When we become the sanctuary, the living stones set in an eternal edifice uncarved and uncut by the will of man, then to be will be to be like Him; to look into the eyes of God will be to know the depthless depths that even heaven cannot contain. Like Enoch, we will walk with God; and suddenly, we shall find ourselves lost upon an everlasting exploration within the whole-hearted haven-home of Him.