So, there I was just minding my own business, watching my granddaughter singing with her school mates at a musical program featuring the story of Moses when out of the blue I was visited by a thought that seemed to come from God himself. My granddaughter enjoys music and it is enjoyable to watch her enjoy music. Additionally, the presentation itself was quite good with several humorous commercials between the main songs. One such commercial was touting the attributes of Almighty Manna Mix. The commercial ended with a well delivered "my personal favorite is bamana bread". The music was totally new stuff with the exception of the next to the last song which was the traditional, "Bound For The Promise Land". As it turns out this song was the bait for the "sneak attack". It was like God pulled out His highlighter and sent the opening words of the familiar old song directly to my heart. "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye, to Canaan's fair and happy land where my possessions lie". Wow, what a powerful picture. I'm standing on Jordan's stormy banks. Standing, very assuradly in this world that seems to have an innate strand of struggle and sorrow in it. A fallen world, so I believe, that is not capable of sustaining a joyous disposition. Yes, we can look and find comfort in our Saviour, even in the midst of our struggles, but the struggles do not go away, they are simply moved to their proper place. However, there is a place, Canaan, or heaven if you will, that is "fair", and "happy" in a profound way. And I was blessed with a quick glance at that place through the voices of those children. Also, carried on their voices, was the question of Matt. 6 of where I am storing up my treasures. Are they here, where moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal, or, are they in heaven. Once again I held the majority of the tears at bay, but the glimpse of my true home was momentarily overwhelming. My soul was looking through the window the children had opened for me and longingly telling me that someday we would get to go there. It's my home you know, my soul said to me, and you'll love it there. Sometimes I just can't wait.
Heaven can wait for me, but I can't wait to see,
who's in the marching band, and who's gonna be set free
(Michael Omartian)
