"God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, death itself is no longer; neither mourning nor crying nor distress - It's all gone," Revelation 21:4.
The sky kingdom in its fulness! Jesus hands his dearly wrested kingdom over to God. He delivers his church, whole, into its Creator's hands. And, wonder of wonders!, God pitches his own tent (btw, that's exactly what it says) right in the middle of the whole congregation. God makes his dwelling with people. He comes home to his people. How incredible is this?! Yet, that's what it says. This little church that begins now to manifest Jesus, savior, king, lord, on this forgotten planet; a church filled with mourners ... then ends in a new sky, a new earth. Totally. God, tissue in hand, dabs every tear from every eye. Mourners no longer. Blessed are.
We meet today with a brother or sister, Jesus' church. By faith, we stand together intently and deliberately toward the incoming tide. Its consoling waves even now break over us. And washed, we expect confidently to rise, alive, sails unfurled, to fly even. We give thanks to the one and only God, king of the ages! Through Jesus, his son.
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