The hub is up north fly fishing this weekend. He sent a text last night reporting that he caught seven salmon.
“…Beautiful day in a great river. I forgot how tiring it is to wade in current over rocks and logs. Will sleep like a log tonight.”
So I’m home alone this beautiful, sunny Sunday morning watching leaves from a giant oak drift, dance, catch an updraft and then float gently to the ground. Listened to some Josh Garrels and some Micheal Card and now I’m reading the opening chapters of Revelation again, the sound of my slumbering beagle a soothing backdrop. It’s worship enough for me.
His words thrill me:
“I was dead, and now look, I am alive forever and ever.”
They are among the first words He said to His best friend on earth, and they are the words He keeps saying to me.
“I am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”
I’ve read those words small so many times, but they aren’t small at all, they are huge.
Maybe they’ve been huge this week because my sister died. Maybe they’re huge because I’m awaiting the results of a biopsy. Maybe they’re huge because they’ve ALWAYS been huge, I’ve just been reading them with small eyes all these years.
My thoughts keep jumping ahead to the opening scene of chapter 5:
Then I saw in the right hand of him who sat on the throne a scroll with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals. And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?” But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it. I wept and wept because no one was found who was worthy to open the scroll or look inside. Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.”
Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing at the center of the throne…
He went and took the scroll from the right hand of him who sat on the throne.
John wept and wept. No one was worthy. No one anywhere was worthy. It looked completely hopeless.
And along came a Lamb…
…looking as if it had been slain.
I mean, can you picture the scene? Can you feel it? I makes me weep.
Was this a glimpse of what happened in the throne room the day Jesus was crucified?
The day He rose victoriously?
Did He arrive on the scene fresh from the cross – like slain meat still bloody?
There was a hush in the room. The Lamb, looking as if He had been slain went and took the scroll…
… and suddenly heaven swelled with the sound of thousands upon thousands of angels bursting into song.
“Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and praise!”
Am I coming anywhere close to conveying it?
He said, “John, Julie, I was dead, and now look, I am alive forever and ever!
Write this stuff down!”
This morning the daily post asked, “If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?”
I would like someone to think about Jesus for a minute.
I want Him to thrill someone. I want Him to thrill YOU!
And I want your day (or night) to be as perfect as the day is here – Crisp, cool, and sunny, with a bright blue sky. A glass of sweet cider and a warm cinnamon spiced donut day.
A sun on your face long walk day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”