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    “We must carry on our work with patience. We must bear with many abuses and injuries from those to whom we seek to do good. When we have studied for them, and prayed for them, and exhorted them, and beseeched them with all earnestness and condescension, and given them what we are able, and tended them as if they had been our children, we must look that many of them will requite us with scorn and hatred and contempt, and account us their enemies, because we ‘tell them the truth.’ Now, we must endure all this patiently, and we must unweariedly hold on in doing good, ‘in meekness instructing those that oppose themselves, if God, peradventure, will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth.’ We have to deal with distracted men who will fly in the face of their physician, but we must not, therefore, neglect their cure. He is unworthy to be a physician, who will be driven away from a frenetic patient by foul words. Yet, alas, when sinners reproach and slander us for our love, and are more ready to spit in our faces, than to thank us for our advice, what heart-risings will there be, and how will the remnants of old Adam (pride and passion) struggle against the meekness and patience of the new man! And how sadly do many ministers come off under such trials!”
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Longing for a Picnic Alongside the Crystal Sea

tree-by-lakeHave you ever had weeks where you wish you could just go to sleep and wake up in heaven? No, I’m not hinting toward making it happen, but sometimes I just miss heaven. I would like to make a picnic basket with baked barbecue chicken, my mom’s potato salad, Ruffles potato chips, sweet pickles, and IBC cream soda – ice cold. I’d sit with my husband for hours leaned up against a tree overlooking the Crystal Sea. We’d talk about whatever popped into our mind or just sit there enjoying the sunshine or maybe I’d just read a book from cover to cover without interruption. It would be a perfect sunny 74 degrees with a small breeze – bringing with it the slightest hint of lilacs.  There would be no cell phones, no TVs, laptops with emails, or children yelling for me to check their math.  The past would stay in the past, willingly forgotten, with no dread of anything ruining our day.

Just think about it. There would be no sin there.  We’d have no worries, heartaches, illness, disappointments, pain or endless duties to steal our hours away from us. There would be no fear, not of circumstances or people. Only God would give us our endless light and perfect peace – every minute until the rest of eternity. What a glorious place it will be. How I long for it. Right now, here where I sit, if God were to open up the ceiling and call me home I’d gladly go. What a relief it would be to live in eternal light with God there – where we can touch and be touched by our Creator. My Dad would be there too. What a wonderful thought – to be with my Dad again. It’s been 23 years. I long to sit down and tell him everything – all the joys, the pain, the blessings, the disappointments. Of our fifteen children, he’s only met 2 of them. I’d show him pictures and tell him all about them. I know he’d listen without interrupting and be sad when I told him all the heartaches and be happy when I shared the joys. I want to tell him all about my son-in-laws and grandkids and what a joy they’ve been to my life.

It would be wonderful to go from there to a park where we could meet up with all our kids, to enjoy them without all the cares of this world choking out the love that ought to be there. God would certainly receive a lot of praise for His blessings to our family – for it was He who brought us all together to that place. On the way back to my mansion I’d be sure to stop by and thank Jesus for saving my family and making it possible to be there together marveling in His goodness and enjoying the peace of heaven. I picture myself walking around heaven in my bare feet, holding my husband’s hand and swinging a basket of flowers that we gathered around the Crystal Sea. Of course I’d leave them at Jesus’ table for Him to enjoy after a long and peaceful day. Yes, it’ll be a glorious thing, this place we call Heaven. And each day it’s growing more inviting in my mind’s eye.  What a wonderful place to call my home. What a wonderful place to miss.

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