My last post came to you over a year ago. Oh, wait a minute, that post probably never reached your eyes (unless you were one of 4 people who knew I had a blog). Allow me to rephrase: Welcome to my blog!
Back to my point. There are two upsides to this hiatus.
First, I like to start each blog entry with a single word descriptor. Hiatus is a nifty word. Second, I got to thinking about the whole "halfway home" name of my blog and realized that I've been more than halfway home since July 24, 1986. I'll explain:
So, what happens if I live to see 90 or 100? Am I still more than halfw
ay home? After thinking a bit more about it, I concluded that I am indeed more than halfway more, but not in the way most of us measure life and time. This is where I get a bit philosophical, I suppose. You see, my final destination isn't measured by my tombstone...it's measured by Jesus' tombstone...the one that rolled away. Ever since July 24, 1986 (the day that I believed on the name of Jesus, thus giving me the right to be called a child of God and call Heaven my home) I've been "over the hill"...living with Golgotha in my rear view mirror (side note: Golgotha means "place of the skull" and was the hill upon which Jesus was crucified). From that moment I lived with the reality that Heaven is and will always be my home. Therefore, every true believer of Jesus Christ is more than halfway home.
I love the way that God "messes" with conventional perspective and turns our way of looking at things upside down (or is it right side up?).
Back to my point. There are two upsides to this hiatus.
First, I like to start each blog entry with a single word descriptor. Hiatus is a nifty word. Second, I got to thinking about the whole "halfway home" name of my blog and realized that I've been more than halfway home since July 24, 1986. I'll explain:
So, what happens if I live to see 90 or 100? Am I still more than halfw
ay home? After thinking a bit more about it, I concluded that I am indeed more than halfway more, but not in the way most of us measure life and time. This is where I get a bit philosophical, I suppose. You see, my final destination isn't measured by my tombstone...it's measured by Jesus' tombstone...the one that rolled away. Ever since July 24, 1986 (the day that I believed on the name of Jesus, thus giving me the right to be called a child of God and call Heaven my home) I've been "over the hill"...living with Golgotha in my rear view mirror (side note: Golgotha means "place of the skull" and was the hill upon which Jesus was crucified). From that moment I lived with the reality that Heaven is and will always be my home. Therefore, every true believer of Jesus Christ is more than halfway home.I love the way that God "messes" with conventional perspective and turns our way of looking at things upside down (or is it right side up?).
You know, the longer I live with the cross in my rear-view mirror, the more I think of that little phrase printed on the bottom of my side-view mirror: "OBJECTS MAY BE CLOSER CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR." I suppose Hebrews 12:2 and Psalm 73 are to blame. They have been following me around like a constant shadow...even on days that would have otherwise felt dreary and overcast.
Hebrews 12:2
"...looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."
Psalm 73:23-28
"Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. For behold, those who are far from you shall perish; you put an end to everyone who is unfaithful to you. But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord God my refuge, that I may tell of all your works."
And so, I tell of His works.
