I was raised to look forward to Christ's return. It makes me sometimes have a funny and unusual perspective in life. Like in the area of friendships. There have been people throughout my life that have meant a great deal to me. But, for one reason or another, we haven't remained friends. These people will always be near to my heart and in my prayers. But, I take comfort in telling myself that I might be able to serve along side them in eternity. I tell myself, as my heart aches for friendship lost, that when Christ comes, all will be made right.
Another thought- did you know that the name Mary means mourning? I find this an interesting choice for the birth mother of the Most High. The Bible says that the earth mourns and travails for the return of the King. Should we also be in mourning? Mourning for the loss of souls, mourning for the broken earth, mourning for the crooked ways to be made straight? I love this name. In fact, I wish it was my name. Because I want my life to be always in wait for the finished work to be complete. I want to live in faith, waiting for the Return. Like those Israelites who awaited their promised land, so I want to wait. Never forget and get caught up in my own life. I want to mourn for the brokenhearted, the lost, the angry, the bitter. So many around us are so caught up in their selfish ways it is horrific to realize the futility of fighting for our own rights. We grasp, and strain, and sit so uncomfortably as we wait for the next moment that we must lash out so that we are not trampled. This, to me, is the opposite of mourning and taking up His cross. To really live for the Return of Christ, we must forget ourselves. Call me Mary, for I will be in mourning until I see the fulness of Christ's finished work on the Cross.
Holding my breath for His return...
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