Already and the not yet – Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

I am already perfect in the eyes of Christ but he has not yet perfected me.  That is where life is headed.  The march toward the day when I will no longer struggle with sin seems endless but the day will come.

Christ is already working in the world to bring it back to good but we are not yet good.  We already live and move in Christ but we are not yet with Christ.  He is coming quickly but he is not yet here. 

All of the life of following Christ is a journey from the already to the not yet.  It is making today into something that lasts forever.  It is investing time into eternity.  We weave the tapestry of the everlasting with threads of the finite existence.  We can already taste the life that is ahead of us but we are not there yet.

Every day that I choose to follow Christ with all my heart I turn moments into more good.  I am turning the already into the not yet.  I get to participate in turning death into a fighting chance to live.  I am allowed to be a part of the beauty and grace into which Christ wishes to transform the world.

I long for the time to be through the glass all things to be good.  We already on the journey.  It is not yet the hour but the minutes are ticking away.

Maranatha – Michael Card

Maranatha is a cry of the heart

That's hopeful yet weary of waiting

While it may be joyful with the burdens it bears

It's sick with anticipating

To long for the Promised One day after day

And the promise that soon He'd return

It's certain that waiting's the most bitter lesson

A believing heart has to learn

Maranatha,

How many more moments must this waiting last

Maranatha, we long for the time when all time is past

A commotion, a call then that will be all

Though it's not yet the hour

The minutes are ticking away

Maranatha is the shout of the few

Who for so long in history've been hiding

Who truly believe that the sound of that call

Might actually hasten His coming

For no eye has seen and no ear has yet heard

And no mind has ever conceived

The joy of the moment when He will appear

To the wonder of all who believe

Maranatha,

How many more moments must this waiting last

Maranatha, we long for the time when all time is past

A commotion, a call then that will be all

Though it's not yet the hour

The minutes are ticking away

Maranatha, how hungry we are just to see Your face

Parousia, to finally fall in one long embrace

A commotion, a call and that will be all

Though it's not yet the hour

The minutes are ticking away

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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