It’s All

I grew up in central Pennsylvania and like every area (especially before television standardized American English) we had our own colloquialisms.  “It’s all” meant it’s finished like when Porky Pig says, “That’s all Folks.”   Or as in “That’s all she wrote.”  It wasn’t until I lived in other places when I would say, “It’s all” people would look at me waiting for me to finish the sentence.  They wanted me to say, “It’s all right” or “It’s all I can do” or “It’s all the ways it can be said.”  But I was finished speaking when I said, “It’s all” because it was over.  There wasn’t any more pizza.  It was all, not all together, all gone, all.

I have a treat jar on my desk and my dog comes and begs.  She can really give me the “I’m so hungry look. I really, really need a treat.”  But when I tell her “It’s all” she walks away.  Even dogs understand what “It’s all” means.

We are waiting for the promises of Jesus to be fulfilled.  We are waiting for the time when we “shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.  And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other” Matthew 24.  There will be no time left.  It will be over.  Nations will have waged their last war.  People will have abused their last child.  Terrorists will have cut off their last head because finally our God, the maker of heaven and earth, the king of kings, the lord of lords will stand up and say, “It’s all!”

Written by Roger Bothwell on Sept. 10, 2014

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