This Aching EarthExemplo

The Restoration

“Heaven must receive Him until,” said Peter in his first public sermon. Until He comes to keep every promise He has made, until He comes to restore all things. When He comes, death dies its last. The triumph secured in the tomb will be finally and fully vindicated; the same power that pulled Jesus from the grave will pull every saint out of their own. Sickness will fade into the dust of memory. He will end all war with such totality that we will melt our guns into plows and get to work to restore the earth. We’ll strip ambulances for scrap metal and begin to rebuild. No one will wonder if God is real or what His Name is—we will all know Jesus is the King reigning in Jerusalem. It will be our privilege to serve Him in the flesh; our service to Him now is directly related to what we’re assigned to steward then. Let’s serve Him well.

Prayer

Jesus, You are the hope of the earth and I cannot wait to see how You restore all things. Thank You that You are committed to redeeming every pain I’ve felt and every tear I’ve cried. Thank You that You have a plan and means to fully defeat death, and that You will pull me out of the grave one day. This is not the end of the story. Thank You for writing a better story than what my sins wrote for me, for the world. You are so kind.