The Finish Line
Our flesh and blood crave physical interactions. A reassuring glance, a steady hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on.
That is why not being able to see Jesus is so so hard sometimes.
He knows every expression of my face and the emotion it’s tied to in my heart…
But all my eyes can do is close, and imagine what their Creator looks like.
I ache to see the eyes that see me so completely.
There is a magnet I keep on my refrigerator of a hand-drawn picture of the earth, that reads:
“We should never feel at home here. We are on a mission.”
Paul often likens his journey home to heaven as a race.
In 1 Corinthians 9:24 he says, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.”
On days when I have nothing left, and all I want to do is give up and “go home”…
I focus on the prize at the finish line:
Looking into Christ’s eyes for the first time.
“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
(1 Corinthians 13:12)