A Longing Always Filling

I am very glad the day is here.  I tend to make it about too many other things trying to capture the one thing, you.  Trying to have the feeling.  To capture something dear, innocent and worth longing for.  But Father your son came, 2000 years ago he came, and now we are left with the hope, the memory, the record.  But the real thing is the hope of it happening again, you coming again.  You coming in glory.  Then it will change to us going, us being made complete, us being transformed into glorious personhood.  Perfection.  All longing filling.  Not to a longing fulfilled but a longing always filling.  The joy of always being with you, seeing you, working in your kingdom.  The forever ecstasy of fulfilling.  The working out successfully of whatever our hearts, minds, and hands put themselves to.  Always leaning in well.  To be a part of your work, eternal, time no more, no hurry, no pushing forward, no growing old, no limits of imagination.  

God when one begins to write about the expectancy of you coming again and what that means it leads to an opening view that slowly ceases to materialize.  We run out of descriptions.  We are left with inadequate imaginations.  And then our writing turns to one letter at a time as we try to think the unthinkable.  Glory Halleluiah.  Us with You in paradise.  What?  Unimaginable Filling! 

Merry Christmas Father.

Communion and Candle Light Service last night with
all 19 of us.  A hint of the longing always filling.