Is It Time Yet?

The clock tower of Big Ben at dusk. The north ...

The clock tower of Big Ben at dusk. The north end of the Houses of Parliament London, with The London Eye in the backgound.

Father God,

How my heart aches for Your children entangled in crashed cars or jet liners, in rapes, murders ~ and that’s just today’s report. It never ends! How Your heart must ache for all the hurting people You have created since the beginning of time. It seems like we live in Sodom again. Perhaps somewhere, a modern Noah is preaching while building an ark.

Is it time yet?

It reminds me of the oft heard question from my children: “Daddy, are we there yet?” Children are always impatient and wiggly, eager to be about the business of exploring new places. They can barely wait for the motor to shut off before they escape their confinement to play. We tire of hearing the same old question, but they never tire of asking it:

“Are we there yet?”

The adult version of that question has been on my mind since a few years ago when suddenly and tragically we were burying a child long before his three score and ten years were up. Now, the only question on my mind is: Oh God, is it time to come home yet? Is England’s Big Ben about to bong out the midnight hour? Is the steeple clock in Amsterdam ready to chime for the last time?

I don’t need to ask if You are ready. You’ve been ready for thousands of years. But . . . You are so patient, so unwilling for any of Your children to miss out on eternity.

Yours, O Lord, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the victory, and the majesty. Everything in the heavens and on earth is Yours, O Lord and we adore You as the One who is over all things. And finally, is it time? Yippee!

Get out of bed, children! Wake up! Put your faces in the sunlight. God’s bright glory has risen for you. The whole earth is no longer wrapped in darkness. God is rising on us ~ His sunrise glory breaks over us. Look up! Look around! Watch as they gather, watch as they approach you: our sons are coming from great distances; our tiny daughters are being carried by their nannies.

When we see them coming, we’ll smile ~ big smiles! Our hearts will swell and burst with happiness and joy! He who has testified that He is coming, will come! Please come soon, Lord Jesus.  (1 Chronicles 29:11, Isaiah 60:1, Revelation 22:20, paraphrased)

~from Shattered by Suicideby Gracie Thompson


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