No more crying there we are going to see the King, no more crying there, we are going to see the King…beneath the tabernacle the voices of the men’s choir carried God’s promise to the ears of His children who gathered together for the sixth night of the 172nd annual Lake Creek Campmeeting.
My son, Dexter, waved his hands in time with the music as he bobbed up and down on the wooden pew.
No more dying there, we are going to see the King, no more dying there, we are going to see the King…
Dexter leaned over to me and said with a smile,
“Oh mommy, I know why they say no more dying there because dying doesn’t make sense.”
Those words echoed from beyond the trees to my heart. In the last week I’ve heard 3 different pastors speak on Elijah…it always gets me when he laments that he is no better than his ancestors and better off dead.
Dying doesn’t make sense.
Not living doesn’t make sense.
Only life makes sense.
Only life that is lived makes sense.
In the last week I’ve heard a dozen references to the cloud of witnesses that surround us…it always gets me when I read lines that follow the phrase in Hebrews 12:1-2…
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Heb. 12 NIV)
I think that if our ancestors could whisper to us beyond creation’s treeline they would want us to live a resurrected life now. Transformed by grace, free from the weight of sin and unforgiveness…
No more crying, no more dying…we are going to see the King.
Soon and very soon.
Be still with me for one moment and listen for their song…I can hear the singing…you’re going to see the King. And soon and very soon in community we will sing…we see the King.
I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: “Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people, he’s their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.” (Rev. 21, The Message)
When we go through grief sometimes we get mad. We’ve had enough. I’ve got a running short-list of things this week that don’t make sense that I want to go away…
I also have a list that gives me hope…
For my friends and family who are hurting. I wish I could fix it.
At the Table by Josh Garrels
Wondering where I might begin
Hear a voice upon the wind
She’s singing faint but singing true
Son, there ain’t nothing you can do
But listen close and follow me
I’ll take you where you’re meant to be
Just don’t lose faith
So I put my hand upon the plow
Wipe the sweat up from my brow
Plant the good seed along the way
As I look forward to the day
When at last I see
My Father run to me
Singing oh, my child
Come on home, home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be
There will always, always be
A place for you at my table
Return to me