Donít look for it; you wonít see it.
No drum roll. No fireworks. No bright lights to illumine the way.
It comes quietly. Softly. Almost as if it sneaks in the back door with no squeaks. Stocking feet. Absolutely silent.
Somehow it begins to establish you. It defines you. Certainly it motivates you. It draws you to it like gravity but you must choose it and all that it encompasses. Until you make that choice, the thought of it may pierce your deepest thoughts with fear and dread and even chaos.
You cannot possess it; you canít drive it away, but you can share it.
God inhabits eternity. (Is. 57:15) And eternity possesses you.
You donít know how. You may never understand the physics of it. Or is it biology?
Itís in your heart from the moment of birth Ė even from conception, but you must be re-born before it gives you Life.
It never just ďsitsĒ there Ė idle, stagnate, dormant. It pulsates. It charges and recharges. Like a current of energy, it has a life of its own.
Itís a dimension in itself. A state of being. Even a place. A kingdom where you can live, now.
You dwell in the land. His land. You feed on His faithfulness. (Ps. 37:3) Wow! You drink from a spring of Living Water. Peace, joy, love, goodness and much more are yours for the taking or rather for the choosing.
But so is pain and suffering. It's a constant struggle. Tribulation. Daily taking up a cross. Why is it so hard?
You canít earn it. You donít deserve it. Itís hard because you donít deserve it or even understand it.
Itís like an abstract painting. An artistsí rendition of life. You almost have to put yourself into the mind of the artist in order to comprehend what he wants to portray.
Itís a reward. Itís a treasure. Maybe even a prize.
Did you ever go to a carnival and be lured by the huge, adorable, stuffed animals hanging from the frame of the booth where all you had to do was shoot five little ducks and you win the prize? Itís enticing because itís fun to win. Of course, you have to pay. Then, if you win, you get to carry the animal around the park so everyone can see that you won a prize and will want to go over to the same booth thinking they can win, too. And they will spend their money for the privilege of winning the prize. Is it a prize for their efforts or is it a prize for their money?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ďThree out of five. Youíre doing good,Ē the guy encourages you. ďTry again. Youíll make it.Ē Another dollar.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ďTwo this time. Youíre shooting a little to the left. Move the rifle over a bit. Thatís it. Youíll make it this time.Ē Another dollar.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ďFour out of five. Very good. Lift it up just a hair and youíll get it!Ē
And so it goes. You choose to pay the price for each try. Do you ever get it? Do you become wiser for the trying? If you want it bad enough, youíll hang in there until you win.
So whatís the object of the game? It depends on who you are. If you are the man in the booth, all you want is the money. If you are holding the rifle Ė you want to win the prize Ė perhaps regardless of the cost. If you are one of the crowd, you want to know how to win one of those prizes.
Itís a reward. A treasure. A paradox.
You want it but you canít earn it; the price has been paid. To choose it you have to believe in it.
Youíre already there no matter what. Itís yours - by virtue of birthright. The choice comes in where and with whom. But you know that. Itís in your heart.
So if your heart is there, why do you live like itís here?
Moreover, why do you live as if everyone elseís heart is already there?
ďRescue the perishing; care for the dying.Ē* Do you know thatís why you are still here and not there?
God inhabits eternityÖ
And so do you.
*Note: Hymn by Fannie Crosby
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