Eternity

we are only a mist, a vapor that vanishes....i think about that when i look at the vastness of God's creation and then i look at myself. just little ole me in this great big world..in this creation that is bigger than me, bigger than the world, greater than the universe. i think about God's Kingdom. How great it is..how little am i. I think of the ant or the fly and how it lives and dies very quickly. My life compared to the ant is "like" an eternity...and God's Kingdom compared to my life IS ETERNITY. it is impossible for my mind to comprehend that word. i speak about it in church, in conversation, at youth...but do i really understand eternity? there are moments when the fact i'm going to die hits me and i have to catch my breath, but then i remember another word....EVERLASTING.



A word that means "no end", it continues and nothing can stop it, the beginning is the same as the end, but there is no end. Its everlasting life....life is the keyword here. You see we will all pass from this world...we are even called pilgrims and strangers, so there is somewhere we are going. And when the brief comprehension of death hits me and i lose my breath i remember that there is everlasting life waiting for me. a life in the presence of the King, a space reserved for me in His Kingdom...i will finally be able to perfectly serve and worship God the way He intended, the way I desire...."Be holy, for I am Holy"... i weep for the moment that my life will be perfected and i will come to be totally seperate from the sins that battle each of us. I weep for everlasting life in His presence...



I heard a man say once that we will either be born twice and die once, or be born once and die twice...because the opposite of everlasting life is everlasting death. A death that will continue for eternity. Christ sacrificed His life to be the sacrifice for my wretchedness, a sacrifice for the sin that has infected my flesh....He sacrificed His life for me and for His own Kingdom...he saw my sins upon the cross, he wept at the sinful pain we inflict upon ourselves. He suffered so that I may live.



This is no fairytale story, nothing from a movie or dr. seuss book...its real, its true, He is the only explanation of my life...people hate the truth, so they hate Him, but regardless of how much a person hates the conviction He lays on thier heart, it doesn't change "the truth". And the truth is He loves you, He loves me....He loves us just as we are, but way too much to let us stay that way....so He shapes us, He molds us...He is the potter, we are the clay and many times we have to be reshaped because the clay that God is dealing with is rough, gritty, dirty, hard, and in order for us to become soft and workable we must go through some suffering...some pain...some distress...but its the hands of love that molds us, that holds us during that pain, that forms the perfect and everlasting pot that contains His spirit and holds the rewards of His sacrifice.