From Glory to Glory

 

A WEE BIT OF GLEE

 

 

 

MOMENTARY GLEE IS OVER

Stream of consciousness. I want to float along in my stream of consciousness. Random thoughts from the holiday season. Not one party. Not one gift. Gave no gifts. Sick with the crud...over and over and over. Beautiful donors. My grandson's bike was free. Beautiful donor. My son's family had food to eat .Beautiful  donor. A woman in the Wal-Mart line paid my friend's grocery bill when my friend's card would not  take. Beautiful donor. Jesus I see your face. You are so beautiful to me. John passed away...died to be more realistic about it. He suffered for a short time and was gone. Beautiful blessing. Miss Bea protected by the very angels from heaven. Joyous, beautiful glory. John's funeral became a spirit-filled abundance of love, love and more love. Death held no grip on us. Death lost that day and the Holy Spirit allowed each of us to experience John in our own way. The Holy Spirit poured out a golden liquid of love on Ms. Bea. Love flowed through that church. Joy danced on the back of the pews touching each shoulder of those attending. A gentle hush fell. The going away of John began. God, you magnificent, wonderful, majestic, Father of all here, all gone and all to come. Come Lord Jesus! Touch us as we say good bye to our friend who humbly walked this earth . A servant's heart left a gift for his beloved wife. John ran that funeral and John set up the events so that we could all see the mysterious power of the indwelling Christ manifested. Glory upon glory. A glimpse of heaven on John's day of homecoming. We let him go. His job complete. Ms Bea, loved from the very heavens, left here without her John, filled with a peace that passes all understanding walks with the heart of a human missing a human and the gracious gift of a peace that passes all understanding. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! There is something about that Name!

The rest of the story will come in the next few days. To put it mildly, a roller coaster ride at triple speed followed the Beautiful Day. The deadly snake of timeless evil drew back his head blinking malevolent eyes of golden fire in our direction. I sensed the fetid smell, warm breath, intense scrutiny of this hellish reptile. I knew every drop of our beautiful time in the presence of the Holy Spirit must stand guard calling to Jesus, holding firm to our vision at John's funeral, empowered by the angel armies of God Himself. I drew my breath in deeply. I know this old enemy intimately. But, I saw him robbed of the tragedy of death at the funeral of my friend John where the fire deep in my bosom was lit by the fire of glory. I do not fear. I wait to see what treachery dwells within this beast. I stand ready to fight alongside the host of warriors who from age to age have grown in number. The Body of Christ stands ready. Alleluia!



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