Cheer When I Leave
Thursday, November 11th, 2010Cheer for me when I leave. Clap your hands. When I was leaning on a fender with a good friend, talking about all important things, we realized we are ready for death. Bring it on. You see, we have victory over death. We are taught to be settlers with homes and jobs and white picket fences. We are not settlers, we are pilgrims. I’m a sojourner on a cosmic spiritual adventure and this is just one brief stop. I have a future outside this world. When the sun seems to set on my life, it’s merely because the the dawn of my next experience has come. I’m a universal traveler and my bags are packed. I’m promised a place where there is no sorrow, no crying, no pain. A mansion where the streets are paved with gold. When this tent I live in now is taken down and I leave this body, I will have a wonderful heavenly body and a home that is mine for eternity; not made by human hands, but by God himself.
Jesus is coming for me, to take me to a place He prepared just for me, so I can be where He is. My final sleep is my awakening. I’m going to the land of the living. When my last day comes, I spend my next with God. Now, that is adventure. Whatever suffering I may face is insignificant to my welcome from the Creator of the universe. Thrill seeker? You bet I am. Nothing on this Earth comes close to seeing God. Much less living with him. You see, I have to leave. Jesus will be standing by my side. Why should I be afraid? I’m on my way to Zion.
My departure raises me from darkness to light and from weakness to strength. It kills no part of me. It brings me closer to God and perfects my faith by sight. It gives me to those I’ve loved and lost. It rids me of fear and change. Yes, it’s cause for celebration.
My only regret is that we can’t all go together. But, love is stronger than death. Each tear from each eye brings us closer to our eternity. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Sometimes, those waiting just need silence, patience, and tears. Miss me. Cheer for me.