I love the song “Glory.” I can't explain exactly why it touches me so profoundly. …Maybe it is the reality that my fortieth birthday looms before me and I’m wondering how I suddenly got this old when I still feel so young inside. Or perhaps it is the verity that I have friends whose children are graduating from college and starting their own families. Probably it has more to do with the fact that this is the direction the Holy Spirit has been taking the meditations of my heart lately. For when I hear these words-
“We want to see your Glory
Every knee falls down before thee
Every tongue offers you praise
With every hand raised
To you and unto you only
We'll sing Glory to Your name”
…I can’t help but desire His coming.
I was listening to "Glory" yesterday while preparing for a ladies' Bible study I’ll be teaching at church this weekend. My son, just beginning eighth grade, was working on homework (writing a poem... after studying a Victor Hugo poem about sowing and the harvest... and then searching for verses about the harvest in the Bible... all in French!). He must have been listening to the words of the song more intently than I imagined. All of the sudden, I heard a quiet "Mom?" from his corner of the room.
"Ummm?" I mumbled, distracted by my own work.
"That's a really pretty song… but I think it also makes me a little sad," he continued.
Intrigued, he had captured my full attention. I cannot ever remember hearing someone describe a song about the return of Christ in His glory as “sad.”
"Why do you say that?" I inquired.
"Well, because for us, it will be a really wonderful, awesome day. But what about all of our friends? What about all of the people here who don't know or understand about Jesus yet? There are so many of them...," This last thought was said in almost a whisper, and his voice trailed off as he paused, exhaling softly before continuing. "It will be a sad and final day for them. I hope Jesus makes us all wait longer," he quietly pronounced, though a bit hesitant as though unsure of my reaction.
But what sort of a response is there to what my son had just shared? What could I say? I didn't say much. I just walked over to where he was sitting, gave him a hug, kissed the top of his head, told him I loved him and sincerely thanked him for reminding me of that truth. I also silently thanked the Lord.
Such precious moment! God gave me a glimpse of how He is tendering the soul of my boy-child and growing him into a young man after His own heart. It was like a Polaroid snapped by the Almighty, and then handed to me to enjoy... a tiny snapshot of how God is imprinting and developing His gentleness and His mercy on the heart of my son.
Such a convicting moment! God, who is worthy of all glory, never forgets those who still need to know Him. I, in ministry, in busyness, in my preoccupations, in my hope for the future… I can so easily forget. Those gentle words from my son were also words from the Savior, reminding me that while I justly wait with great anticipation for His coming, longing for His future glory, I still need to daily live and breathe His message and His mercy, the same mercy that He extends at the cross… that He extends in His tarrying... Only with that attitude, can I rightfully echo the Apostle John “Come, Lord Jesus!”
“Glory” written by Nichole Nordeman.
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