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Now we see through a glass darkly
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Sooner Than we could know!
The darkness of the storm was alarming. I wasn't ready for the emotions of the moment. I guess, I felt that fellowship with Helen was a right of this era of the church history. I hadn't learned Braille yet. I just enjoyed being able to see her perspective on the things around me.
Then, the lightning struck. She was gone. In her place was a picture in the sky. It was a face with a half smile. Her face is on the glass at the bottom of heaven, looking for me, in my imagination. The smile was not a full smile. She said the smile in this time is going from frown to half smile. We can't ever know what great fellowship there is with those whose rest is won. But, just a taste, makes me hungry for Heaven.
The oven rang and the lightning flashed and I knew that she was in empathy to my plight upon earth. I have sight, I have hearing and speech, which she had none, while she was on earth.
It seemed that the lesson was that God weaves our expectations, even, into His paroucia. As though we are rowing to Christ's appearing and He is commanding the procession in the understanding of our wondrous expectation. It was very sudden, although completely expected. Do we expect Him? Do we pray and prepare? He could come, without our being ready, but His heart is for His church's preparation. For Her, He labors in intercession and advocacy and in direction of Heaven and Earth, which He is Lord of.
The memories of my friend Helen, representing Grandma Monica at Ethan's concert and the other moments of intense fellowship were crescendoed in one lightning flash.
Don't forget, Christ will come, just as quickly. Don't forget, you're not stupid, if you don't know Braille. And our faces kissed at the bottom of heaven.
You keep your lips like this, not a full smile, until Christ appears. He is the payment for our salvation. She knew it and I knew it.
So many questions unanswered. So many things we never said to eachother, but, friendship with Jesus uniting us.
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Sparrow's Spring nest
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09
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