Six months after my father passed away I had a dream. In the dream the sky was cobalt blue and the grass more luscious than a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. I was sitting behind a large piece of glass looking into this field that would put a Rembrandt painting to shame. There was a man running in the middle of the field. As he got closer I realized it was my Dad only 40 years younger. He approached the window, said I love you and encouraged me to keep running my race. I sat up immediately in bed, crying, wishing time would slow down long enough for me to walk to the other side of the dormer and hug his neck. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep and pick up the dream where we left off and no sooner did the request come out of my mouth when Jesus answered ‘in paradise my child.’
Lazarus was dead for three days. The desperation to see their brother again was overwhelming. The vapor of life was a rude awakening and many prayers to slow down time were left unanswered, until. I have no doubt that day the sky was a sapphire blue. I have no doubt the mountains sang of their luscious wardrobe. I have no doubt the trees danced when Jesus walked onto the scene understanding death has absolutely no power in the presence of their Creator.
Be encouraged brothers and sisters. We are no longer separated by the glass that looks on, from the luscious life on the other side. The visit from our Creator has a purposeful delay. The trees and the fields and the life around it are unveiling their splendor each and every day as we move towards that glorious arrival. The ticking of the clock will come to a halt, answers will be revealed and paradise will be ours.