Soon Return of Christ
(Waiting for Christ in an old and broken body)
I awoke a few days ago with phrases running in my head. As I jotted them down, others came to mind and I wrote on, I cannot much explain them better than what you may read. Insofar as today’s ‘discipleship’ topic has to do with a looking forward to that eternal day, I share these words with you now. Let me know if they take root in you. And, press on…
My soul wakens once again to find itself in this rusted suit of armor looking out to this world through greasy glasses. It desires to fly, but the energy it pushes against the armor is too weak, repeated blinking over the pupils does not clear them.
So again this soul creaks upward to stand, washes blurry face and reaches for partly corrective lens. It covers the armor with clothing, stands as erect as the moment allows for as long as the knife in its back will sleep. (When it’s pain awakens it cannot be ignored.)
This soul imagines the tasks, the exploits it might pursue if the armor and pain, the fuzziness of mind and vision would allow. But it is a depleting dream. All too obvious is the truth that in this life, this body, these imaginings cannot happen.
The soul listens and speaks to its Maker. The Maker has all power, but the dreams of the soul are not the better plans of the Maker. The soul’s only hope is to seek out and follow His plan, not its own. This sheep must find its joys in the meadows, not the skies. It’s days to soar as the eagle are not yet, not for this present form.
So this soul trudges on. It is the final leg of its one great trek, to be ran… walked… limped perhaps but always to be completed. There is but this one course upon which this weary soul stands. No crossroads, no U-turns, lay ahead. No water stations, shade, companion or prize. These all await at the courses end.
O how this soul would fly to the finish if it but could. But the making of the man is in the journeying, not the arriving, the pressing on despite the conditions. This trek is about its travel, not its termination.
And so this soul breathes deep and presses on…
“…I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. … I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Phil. 3:12, 14)
Many who read my weekday blogs struggle with physical limitations, discomforts or other obstacles to living as vibrantly as perhaps they once did. Many others however are yet young and strong and for them today’s blog may not resonate. But the mandate of Phil. 3:12, 14 applies to all believers. Our One Lord knows each soul’s struggle. Take heart… the day of His return is near.
Press on…
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