Weights

Oh, I know these are spring flowers, and they were indeed a Mother's Day gift, but don't they speak of glory?

The glory of creation, color, form, function? They speak of an amazing Creator God, if we keep still long enough to listen. We are a bustling bunch, to be sure.

Isaiah says that the whole earth is full of his glory. How true that is. And yet, these flowers, those mountains, that relationship, are mere shadows of the things to come, things of beauty beyond our dreaming, eternity with our Redeemer God.

This, a mere shadow? How can that be? Our hearts will surely break with the weight of all that glory and beauty. This is probably the reason for the new bodies; these earthly bodies couldn't possibly bear the strain of it; the first glimpse of his face would slay us.

Paul speaks of this weight of glory to the Corinthians (1 Cor. 4:17): For this light (Really?? Is that what it is?) momentary (It feels like light years of pain, sometimes!) affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient (though seemingly permanent), but the things that are unseen are eternal.

The Bernhardt men sang so beautifully and movingly about these truths on Sunday, didn't they? One day the trumpet will sound for His coming, one day the skies with his glory will shine, wonderful day my beloved one bringing, My savior Jesus is mine. One day He's coming, oh glorious day. What a day that will be, a day full of glory and grace to those who know him. For then we will know the true weight of glory.