Some evenings are just about perfect. Try to imagine a small New England town park. Add to it being with your best friend, 78 degrees, a clear sky with a half moon, katydids in the trees, an ice cream truck, small children laughing and playing on the newly mown grass. Add to this idyllic scene one of best country bands ever, playing from the town gazebo. Watch a couple of old babes trying to revive their youth by dancing on the lawn to the classics about Alabama, Tennessee, Texas and, of course, sweet Georgia. If one closed their eyes they could have been serenaded by Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Blake Shelton and be on the road again with Willie Nelson. Sorry, there was no Dolly Parton, it was an all male band. The mosquitoes were few and the summer breeze was an evening zephyr.
We were sorry it had to come to an end. Heaven isn’t going to be all classical music or hymns. God is very eclectic, if He weren’t, He wouldn’t have passed out such a wide variety of gifts. But I don’t imagine the songs there will be about heartaches and tears on pillows and drinking beer sitting on the end of the dock and Folsom Prison. Actually, the evening was quite grand knowing there would be no more prisons or tears.
Sometimes we get a taste of the abundant life. No, that is a wrong thing to say. Jesus would have us feast on the abundant life. He promised, “I have come that they might have life and have it more abundantly.” That is not just for the future. That is also for now. Don’t miss out. Make Jesus the Lord of your life right now.
Spring Of Life