Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them. (Hebrews 11:13-16)
“Do something radical this week–live like you believe.” There were some nods, nudges, and Amens before God’s people bowed their heads for a final prayer. Help me live like I believe.
Then I remember yesterday’s stroll in the orange and yellow dappled woods outside of Divide. The children were on a journey of discovery…Mom, look at this! But my mind had been captured by the struggles of a dear one and I wondered–even shook my fist– at a world bursting with beauty and struggle, joy and grief, blessing and affliction.
Separating from my family, I lay beneath the aspen trees. The sounds of father, boy, and girl slowly give way to the rustle of raindrop-shaped leaves. And I grieved over the young man–praying, hoping, wishing for more for him. More living. More loving. More of the Lord. But, the prayers have been slow to be answered and I think of the contrast between the two trees I see raising their arms to heaven.
One stands tall–its patterned bark and amber colored leaves offering tribute to the Artist. An arm width’s distance away, another aspen stands –blackened patches and burn scars testifying to a lightening strike. There are no leaves. No signs of vitality. But its roots dig deep into the life- giving earth and it awaits the quickening of a new day. A day of restoration…renewal…redemption.
Just by being, we bear the scars of the world. But, dear friend, God proves Himself greater…more powerful…and true to His promises. The risen-Christ is living proof.
Lord,help us live like we believe!
Scripture for Reflection
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.” The Enthroned continued, “Look! I’m making everything new. Write it all down—each word dependable and accurate.” (Rev. 21:3-5)