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Will you be there?

In the past couple weeks in Bible Study Fellowship (Bsf), we have been deep into the Book of Revelation, Chapters 21 and 22. In these two chapters, the new heaven comes down to earth and is glorious! Beyond description - even the apostle John's words were sparse for the spectacle he witnessed and that's saying something for this man who wrote and wrote and wrote about what he'd witnessed. He was a simple man who couldn't stop himself from writing about what he saw - and I can relate to that!!! But here he is, seeing heaven coming down to earth - the new earth - and he is so overwhelmed that he can only write 27 descriptive verses. (For you Bible newbies, that isn't much! Heck in the Old Testament there are some chapters with over 100!)

 I can only imagine (cue the Mercy Me song) what he saw because he gave a sparse description. But it's because the description is sparse that I know with every fiber of my being that it was incredible. Have you ever seen something so incredible that you were left speechless? The Grand Canyon? The birth of a child? A double rainbow? The Lions in the Super Bowl? Then you know what I mean - because words failed you when you tried to share this incredible event. 

I know when I stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon, this woman of words was speechless. (and all in my family were grateful for this miracle!) And at the birth of all three of the not-so-little Piggins I wept with joy and blubbered like an idiot because there were no words worthy of the moments. I remember seeing a YouTube video of a man who was surely on drugs of some kind, babbling about the double rainbow he was witnessing and pointing to in the background. And I can't say that I've ever seen the Lions go to the Super Bowl - I'm sure it's happened in my lifetime, but I don't remember it. (in all honesty, I'm not much of a football fan or sports fan and I don't keep track of sports anyway. But my husband does and it seems to be something he would be speechless about!)

 Words fail us when we're awed.

 And it's because of that, I filled in the blank John left in Revelation and came away with this - the new earth/heaven is going to be incredible and I want to know that all of you loved ones will be there!! The promise of heaven includes no more pain, no more tears! And heck, which of us doesn't want that? There will be no hate, no sin, no jealousy or slander - only love and peace and joy. I can't wait for that - this Pollyanna cannot wait for all the goodness and peace in this new earth. How about you?

 And I want you to be there. I want you to share in this new earth. I want to know that you and I will be there - for an eternity!!! And the greatest thing is that you don't have to work for it - you just have to believe that Jesus Christ is your savior. He did all the work for all of us worthless humans - and all we have to do is believe in Him and take him into our hearts. 

 Will you be there?
I pray you will.

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