When I was in elementary, there was a place my classmate-friends and I would go to when classes were suspended: a meadow on a hill. There was a wide expanse of green grass on a gently sloping hill while trees, guava, as I remember, lined the periphery. We would roll down the hill, laughing in sheer exhilaration. I remember lying on my back as I landed on the flat earth, looking up to heaven. The sky was always clear, as blue as it could possibly be during those days.
Have you ever experienced the sky like that? There you are, flat on your back and the trees seemed to become dwarfs and recede further into the background and there is only this vastness, this dome of endless blue that is the sky. You feel like it has drawn closer, like you have become a part of heaven more than being a part of the earth beneath you.
When did I ever stop doing those things? Life happened – college, career, marriage, messes – that’s what it was and I had forgotten to roll down a hill and gaze up at the sky after I had landed.
Life happened and so did bad choices and decisions. Then illness came. The kind that steals your fulfilled dreams and future.
Many years later after those meadow days, after barely surviving the sin of adultery and embracing the resulting salvation, I found myself being wheeled outside of our room that was attached to the chapel in our Church’s outreach in San Fernando, Pampanga. We had been there for weeks, and sick and weak as I was, I hadn’t been able to see the outside as often as I wanted to. But that morning (my second day of being in a wheelchair), I was wheeled outside and just the sight of the trees and the grass and the sky made me cry. I gazed long and hard at God’s creation and my heart sang.Every time I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why I believe!
Later on as I waited for healing and recovery at home, I would sit in our garage most days and pass the hours learning new praise songs. There was one afternoon that discouragement and desperation visited me. It was hard to lift up myself from that pit (I still find it hard now but I have learned a lot and grown much spiritually), but when I saw a piece of the blue sky peeking above the neighbor’s roof, fresh hope and courage gripped my heart: As long as I can still see the sky above, I will believe and I will not lose faith!
For me, the sky meant hope. That beyond it dwells my Father and Savior, the One who can deliver me from my sickness and suffering. The One who can give me hope and a future.
But I know that there will come a day when the heavens will burn up and melt away.
…the heavens will be set on fire and dissolved, and the heavenly bodies will melt as they burn! (2 Pet. 3:12 ESV)
But even then, I know my future (and my family’s and all whose lives are hidden in Christ) is secured in the Lord. Though the heavens above will be blown away and the earth beneath will vanish, the Lord Jesus has promised a new heaven and a new earth —-
But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells. (2 Pet. 3:13 ESV)
—- and a life that never ends in His Kingdom.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. (Heb. 6:19)
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