When God Paints the Sky
We’ve been down in Arizona for several weeks staying in our fifth wheel trailer (God bless our daughter, Mandy, and son-in-love, Tim, for providing a space for us).
Every morning, as I sit for my quiet time, I can watch the sun rise out one small RV window.
My day begins in total darkness, then little by little a golden glow begins to rise in the Eastern sky, turning it into shades of deep purple, violet, fuchsia, peony pink, buttermilk, and, finally a lovely cerulean (one of my favorite colors).
My God paints the sky with incredible beauty.
Morning after morning the new day dawns, brilliant with the colors of HOPE.
With things as they are in the world in which we live, it’s as if we are living in deepest, darkest midnight; but, surely as the sun rises each morning, so will the SON rise once more:
The LIGHT OF THE WORLD will come with the sound of a trumpet blast!
-full of glory
-and, purity
-clothed in those glorious colors of HOPE…
-all things will be made new
-all things will be made RIGHT
-HOLINESS will stamp out corruption
-The manger will be replaced by a throne
-The cross replaced with a scepter
-and, the tomb will be fully defeated
-as eternal life is ushered in for all who have bowed the knee to the NAME-ABOVE-ALL-NAMES:
JESUS
Until the SON rises again…
The gospel is our promise, our radiant light, our way through the darkness of midnight.
Let’s set our eyes on the Eastern sky.
Watch for the colors of our HOPE to rise.
Each new day is an exclamation mark from God, reminding us that ADVENT is near.
AND, His plans for all mankind will not be thwarted.
Remember:
When God paints the sky, He’s pointing us toward ADVENT.