We are longing for heaven. We are seeking justice and truth on earth as our spirits crave the atmosphere of being fully enraptured by His presence. We desire to be with the elders singing praises and dancing with no more pain, no more tears, and no more evil. We want good to win. We know good will win. This gives us a confidence, a boldness to speak and do what He has called us to do. To minister, to love, and to serve our brothers and sisters. For when we are judged our heart will be on display, our character revealed, and our spirit will cry out to the Father. Our accomplishments and lists of deeds will be put aside as we undergo open heart surgery to see where we let Him in and what doors are clothed in cobwebs never to be opened. As we are examined He looks at us so deeply we feel as if our insides are on fire. He is burning away what is not of Him to leave room for the well of soothing peace. All we want to do is throw our crowns at His feet next to the bloodied crown of thorns. We want to sacrifice like He sacrificed. His love drives us to act because our lives are no longer our own. We are now moved for the one because we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. We are given a perspective that is like a divine line directly connected to the throne. If only we could see all of the threads that lead all over the world. Woven together in an eternal blanket that covers and gives shelter to the weary and brokenhearted. Each with a heavenly task of reconciliation to the source of our perspective. To unlock the connection of all that is right, good, and true. If we could just separate from our flesh for a moment to see clearly that the ministry of reconciliation is the key to our brokenness. We are the prodigal son pacing in front of our Father’s house desperate to know what He is going to say or do. When we finally muster the strength to knock on the door we are met with an ecstatic embrace of warmth and comfort. So, please, don’t be the jealous brother but rather run unashamedly to the Father. Allow those caverns in your heart to be opened and let your pain be a revealer. Grab the hands of those around you and listen to their stories. There is beauty set in the faces of the storytellers as their words open up worlds you may have never experienced. For when we all gather at the table to break bread together relationships are formed and judgments lost. So dig in.

Much love,

Lis