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Topic: Rejoicing (11/22/04)
TITLE: Welcome Home
By Glenn A. Hascall
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I had just arrived, yet I could not resist the urge to shout and sing with the others. We all shared such an unspeakable joy at this unnamed victory in this unknown land. Unknown? Not entirely. This place had been viewed dimly in a lifetime of dreams and even then it has never told even the smallest part of the truth. This place bore the marks and imprints of memory, although I had never been here before. No, the memory was of a place with twelve gates, mansions, fruit bearing trees, translucent streets simmering a golden hue, and perfect light with no sun. Hadn’t I been longing for this place my entire life? Wasn’t the truth so much better than the dream?
Imperceptively, the reason for the victory came into focus for me - complete unadulterated clarity. Victory over sin and death, victory over a raging nemesis, and victory over my blackened heart. There were more victories and each was as personal as it was perfect. This was a Warrior of both kingdoms and personal demons - One who could claim victory over life and heart as easily as kingdom and principality. It was all I could do not to simply explode in a knowledge all too wonderful and complete.
The Glorious Hero had not yet arrived and still I cheered with a throat that refused to falter. I began to sing a song with a voice unfettered by earthbound croaking. Others joined in the song I had never before sung, nevertheless it flowed from the masses in unison - a polished masterpiece.
A visible ripple began to spread through the thousands upon thousands. No, it was hard to accept but there were millions gathered as the song faded and heads began to raise in expectation. He walked on shimmering streets and, while it doesn’t seem possible, He looked at each of us and held us in His gaze exposing our very soul and welcoming us home. All of this took only a moment.
Millions of voices raised their voices describing the maladies they had suffered from arthritis, osteoporosis, asthma, loss of limbs, eyesight, hearing, the effects of heart attacks, strokes and diabetes - the list was endless. Yet these same voices moved quickly from these conditions to their unconditional healing. Bodies made new, joints free from the prison of pain, eyes that could see and ears taking in such enormous joyful sound.
A hush covered the minions as a sudden knowing took hold. We were not as we had been - all things were new, not just this wondrous place, but each of us were changed. Bodies were made new, eyes granted clear sight, ears heard new sounds to identify - we were new, we were loved and we were welcomed home.
When we all get to heaven
What a day of rejoicing that will be
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory