Friday, August 3, 2012

Bicycles, Trumpets and the Clear Blue Sky

I couldn't help but notice the sky when I was out biking this morning.  As I was on the outskirts of town I decided to get up off the seat and sprint for a little while down a good stretch of road.  As I pedaled hard it was as if the sky, with its beautiful blue colors was zooming past me.  I felt the presence of God in a stronger way as I was enveloped by the beautiful blue sky.  I couldn't help but wonder what He was thinking.  I'm sure that He was delighted too.  Do you ever have those moments with God, when you can't help, but just smile and you know that He is smiling too? For God loves to delight in His children who delight in Him.  


As I got lost in the clear blue sky it reminded me of 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17


 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 


I wonder if when that trumpet sounds that I'll be staring into the sky?  I want to be ready, for when that trumpet sounds the Lord Jesus will come and gather His own to be with him forever.  Oh, Lord Jesus, I desire to be with you, forever.  For, while in Heaven, you and I will get lost in the deep blue sky together.  I can't even fathom what that will be like.  Until then, I'll be keeping an eye on that deep blue sky, looking for you. 


Lord Jesus, soon that trumpet will sound and you will come back for your own.  When I think about it something deep within me stirs with great joy and anticipation for that day.  In this time of waiting, Father, use my life to further your Kingdom to help others to see who Jesus Christ is.  God, glorify your Son in me.  Keep my eyes on Christ and when they look elsewhere, by your grace draw me back, Father.  In Jesus name.  Amen.



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