Luke and the Lost
It’s Mom’s Day today on the calendar. My mom and her mom and my dad’s mom meant the world to me. They taught me to love God with all my heart, mind and soul. They told me if I did, even though it would be hard at times to believe while others went their own way, the reward of being with Jesus would be great. They are gone. They are enjoying their reward with Jesus. I’m still here waiting, caring for dad who misses mom, as he waits for his reward.
But UNTIL THEN we do not just sit and wait. We cherish every moment we have who those who are waiting with us here on God’s earth. We travel together, love and laugh, work and play on the journey until we are called home. UNTIL THEN…a song my mom, dad, aunt and uncle used to sing in a gospel quartet often still rings in my ears today as I remember them…
My heart can sing when I pause to remember
A heartache here is but a stepping stone
Along a trail that’s winding always upward,
This troubled world is not my final home.
Chorus
But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on,
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.
The things of earth will dim and lose their value
If we recall they’re borrowed for awhile;
And things of earth that cause the heart to tremble,
Remembered there will only bring a smile.
Chorus
But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on,
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.
This weary world with all its toil and struggle
May take its toll of misery and strife;
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon;
When it’s released, it’s destined for the skies.
Chorus
But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on,
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.
And then the next passage is Jesus, on earth, longing for people to turn back to God. He wants to gather all, “like a hen gathers her chicks”, but some turn away.
Luke 13, The Message
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, killer of prophets,
abuser of the messengers of God!
How often I’ve longed to gather your children,
gather your children like a hen,
Her brood safe under her wings—
but you refused and turned away!
And now it’s too late: You won’t see me again
until the day you say,
‘Blessed is he
who comes in
the name of God.’”
Dear Heavenly Father, But UNTIL THEN, my heart sings for You, dear Lord. Blessed is he who comes in the Name of the Lord, God! UNTIL THEN with joy I’ll carry on…In Jesus Name, Amen
I believe.
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