Heaven has a way of seeping into everyday life.
Not in a big, grand way. That's not really God's style.
No, it's in the small ways. When God's people meet with God.
And then there it is.
Heaven.
Or a taste of it. The Promise of things to come. The assurance that Heaven will be... incredible.
Our dinner Wednesday night was flavoured with Heaven. Many teens and a few adults gathered around a table feasting on Italian. Feasting on company. Feasting on the knowledge that we have been Blessed by God through each other. The knowledge that we were a Blessing to each other. Feasting on the Joy of the Bond forged by the Blood of Jesus. Friends who had walked together for years, some as long as 12 years, others as little as one. Brothers and sisters who have shared sorrows, joys, tears and laughter. Celebrating in the knowledge that our "good-bye"s are only "until then"s, because we've chosen the Road that leads to Heaven. Oh how I pray that none of us turns away!
And our Saturday afternoon shone with it. As 26 young men and women turned a casual jam session into a full-on worship session. It was irresistible, those songs that honour our God. And we looked at each other, us whose stories cover the world. We nodded and said "heaven will be like this". And we continued singing with full Hearts and peaceful Souls.
And this morning. It was in the air. We sat, a handful of men and women, on the desks, Bibles spread before us. We shared our favourite verses and explained why they spoke to our hearts. And as we sat there, twenty minutes stolen from our day, our Souls feasted on the Promises of God, our Minds took Strength from the Assurance of Heaven, our Hearts danced in the Grace of the Cross and our Swords sharpened, ready to face the week.
Just three tastes.
Brief, but never forgotten.
Three little tastes that held a Heaven load of Promise, and a God amount of Grace.
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