I Chronicles 9-12
The Temple keepers are named;
Saul and Jonathan die; David is crowned and the names of the 30 mighty men are
recorded. No life stories here,
just recorded history. It’s
amazing how quickly our life becomes a brief recording of history. Hard to fathom how the rich vitality of
what we call life quickly turns into a concise chronicle.
Yesterday, my 97-year-old
grandmother and I sat beside a fresh spring pasture in the hills of east
Tennessee and watched a calf being born.
It stumbled and staggered as it tried to stand and take its first steps
in its new world. It was so
unsure, frail and toppled over several times before gaining a feeble stance on
its new legs. I couldn’t help
thinking about how my grandmother was in the same condition. She is old and her body is just as
unsure as she is feebly moving toward her new life in heaven. That calf is surely prancing and
dancing around that mountain pasture this morning just as surely as my
grandmother will dance and prance around heaven.
We’re never a chronicle with God, but a dearly
loved son or daughter who He longs to call home to Him someday. I love you God!!!
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