Ah, the shear luxury of a warm summer day. Robins in the birdbath, petunias in the garden, chipmunks in the shade, white plumes decorating the blue sky all bathed by a zephyr. There are some days when it should be illegal to work and all should be mandated to just sit in the shade. Dogs lulling in the grass and doves cooing from the maples. It is a taste of eternity.
The tastes of eternity come in various flavors. There is the extravagance of forgiveness. “He is faithful and just to forgive all our sins.” There is the comfort of never being alone. “Lo, I am with you always.” There is the opulence of being a prince or princess of the universe. “Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.” There is the sumptuousness of being Jesus’ friend. “I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.” There is the lavishness of His generosity. “Thou prepares a table before me.”
I just finished reading Ecclesiastes and my heart broke for Solomon who never knew Jesus. He speaks of us all ending in the dust of earth with no different end for anyone. But our end is different because it doesn’t exist. There is no end for those who trust in Jesus. “Whoever hears my word and believes Him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life.”
I love warm summer days when we are satiated with tastes of eternity.
Written by Roger Bothwell on June 24, 2013
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