The Summit

I greet you in Jesus' precious name! It is Tuesday morning, the 30th of January, 2024, and this is your friend, Angus Buchan, with a thought for today. 

We go to the Book of Isaiah 35:10: 

"And sorrow and sighing shall flee away."

Isn't that beautiful? Then we go to the last book in the Bible, the Book of Revelation 7:17: 

"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." 

Oh, what a promise! Are you taking a bit of strain at the moment this morning, my dear friend? Well, I have got good news for you. Just keep on going because home time is sooner and closer than you think. You know, I think of the trips I used to take to the top of the Drakensberg Mountains, which are about an hour and a half drive west of Shalom. They were exciting. We packed our rucksacks with all our food and equipment and set off. I often took groups of young men with me. The trip was hard, the trip was tough, the trip was very steep. When you start getting near the top, there is a lack of oxygen. You start battling to keep up. When you sleep at night, you sleep on hard ground, on rocks. There is no nice grass on the top of those mountains. You are eating dry rations, it is cold and windy, there is no sign of the summit in sight. Then, when you are really losing hope and plenty of tears are flowing, you go round a corner, and all of a sudden, you arrive on the top of the mountain - absolute joy and relief - "We made it! We got there!" I am talking about the journey to Heaven. That's exactly right, the highway that leads to Heaven. 

When you get the top of that mountain, who is waiting for you, arms outstretched? It's Jesus Himself. He has walked that road. He knows exactly how you are feeling. You are hungry, you are tired, your legs have been cut going through that rough rocky trail all the way to the top, and He waits for you and embraces you. He pulls you into His ample bosom, and He hugs you tight, and then He takes a towel, a nice soft towel that has been tied around His waist. Maybe, just maybe, that's the same towel that dried the feet of the disciples, and He takes that towel, and He wipes away all your tears and all the grime and the dust and the dirt, and He says to you, "Welcome home, my son, my daughter. In this place, there will be no more tears, there will be no more suffering. Come and enter into your rest."

Jesus bless you and have a wonderful day,
Goodbye.