Driving home, I'm gripped by this sky; gateway of hope... In awe of the One who extends such beauty my way in the midst of some dark and unsettling times, and grateful for the hope I see traced in heaven and earth alike... but most of all grateful for any chance at all for an eternity with Him.. A chance that He has made possible at incalculable cost to Himself.
And while a cloud of a thousand questions hovers over horizon and haunts my waking and my rising , I don't for a moment want to forget what it cost Him, and why I am blessed with the knowledge of this hope. The most treasured of gifts, the most invaluable, this one out of all others must be shared, and who am I to attach a clause to my surrender, in how I might spend or be spent for those to whom I owe the knowledge of this hope? this hope of eternity, with Jesus--He who laid out all on the alter so that all eternity might be ours?
I don't mean to hesitate before Him, I intended to be strong and brave from the start...but as I gaze up at the flag in the sky, I feel as if I'm looking at my heart, threadbare and exposed, one strong wind away from being whipped from its anchoring pole.
...Still I gaze...just long enough to look past and settle my eyes once again on the sky above... and I sense Him asking me to look up.
...Past the veil of the temporary, past the pain of the present, and into the future that kept His heart anchored.
"What sustained the Son of God during His life of toil and sacrifice? He saw the results of the travail of His soul and was satisfied. Looking into eternity, He beheld the happiness of those who through His humiliation had received pardon and everlasting life. His ear caught the shout of the redeemed. He heard the ransomed ones singing the song of Moses and the Lamb.
We may have a vision of the future, the blessedness of heaven. In the Bible are revealed visions of the future glory, scenes pictured by the hand of God, and these are dear to His church. By faith we may stand on the threshold of the eternal city, and hear the gracious welcome given to those who in this life cooperate with Christ, regarding it as an honor to suffer for His sake.
As the words are spoken, 'Come ye blessed of my Father,' they cast their crowns at the feet of the Redeemer, exclaiming. 'Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.... Honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever' (Matt. 25: 34; Rev 5: 12, 13). "
~ whiteestate.org ~
In light of the window of time that is left me...and in light of the immeasurable treasure I have in knowing Jesus as my personal Savior, how can I not willingly do anything or give anything if it might draw even one soul to Him?
To know Him, is to share Him...
And how He wants to be known...
So how well do I know Him?...
Look up...this is His repeated refrain to me here recently, Him knowing all too well that unless I continually look up beyond the earthly and into His face, one way or another, Satan will make sure the anchor of my soul doesn't hold.
O Lord...May I not forget to look up, and only up...
" In times like these, you need a Savior,
In times like these, you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
The Rock is Jesus, Yes, He’s the One,
The Rock is Jesus, The only One
Be very sure, be very sure, Your anchor holds,
And grips the Solid Rock.
In times like these, you need the Bible,
In times like these, O be not idle!
Be very sure, be very sure,
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock.
In times like these, I have a Savior,
In times like these, I have an anchor,
I’m very sure, I’m very sure,
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock.