ha ha ha.
When I get to Heaven, Jesus is going to laugh at me. Of course, His intentions will be pure and holy. But I think He's going to run towards me like the father of the prodigal son, sweep me up in His arms, and laugh.
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
likefilthyrags
face to face.
And I'll fall on my face. Why? Because of the instant realization that the God that I was serving on the earth is bigger than my box. I like to think He'll look at me with a smile and tell me I had it all wrong.
Jonah… Not just about a fish.
Then comes a storm. Something happens and I need or I am asked to call upon the power of the Lord. I have to completely rely on God. Can I do it?
Jesus… Where are you?
I'm sitting on the floor of a hotel room, looking out my window. As cars cross the bridge, red lights turn green, and the silhouette of a woman dances on the building in front of me, I feel small. Jesus... Where are you?
You.
But God will look to every soul like its first love because He is its first love.
