Heaven’s Jubilee

I am continually amazed at God’s grace and mercy. I am so thankful I’m not getting what I deserve because all I deserve is hell. That knowledge keeps me from getting upset if someone belittles me or puts me down, because when that happens I remind myself that at least I’m not getting what I deserve–hell. Jesus was perfect and he was tortured–because of me. There’s a song that says When He Was On The Cross I Was On His Mind. So true. Because Jesus, who is part of the triune Godhead, saw me from the foundation of the world and decided to take my penalty for sin so I wouldn’t have to. He did the same for you and everyone on the planet–past, present, and future. It’s up to us to decide whether or not to accept such an extravagant gift.

Luke 15:7, 10 tells us that when a person gets saved (that means asking God for forgiveness, and for God to adopt that person into His family) all of heaven rejoices. Every time a person gets saved it’s party time in heaven. I don’t know what parties in heaven are like but I’m sure they’re thousands of times better than anything down here. There’s no drunkenness, no debauchery, no hangovers, no guilt, just supreme joy–jubilation, ecstatic excitement, overwhelming joy bubbling over into gales of laughter and singing. I imagine it as that exuberance you feel when you first meet that special someone and fall in love with him or her. It’s like standing on the mountain top, looking out over range after range, feeling as if you could hold the whole world in your heart and see beyond the farthest reaches. I know that’s how I felt when I got saved. 

There is no greater sense of freedom than knowing your sins are washed away and God is going to make you a new person, shedding off (over time; it’s a process) the old attitudes, the hang-ups, the worries and fears. I gave Him my temper and asked Him to replace it with His peace. He did. I asked Him to make me the wife my husband needed me to be so our marriage would be saved. He did. I asked Him to teach me to be kind and to think more of others and less of myself. He did and He isn’t finished yet. There’s still a lot of work to be done. God never sleeps and He never gives up on His children. I like the song that says He’s Still Working On Me. 

I’m not perfect; just forgiven. I fall down and He picks me up. I stumble and cry and He wipes away my tears and gives me the strength to keep trying. Two of my favorite phrases: I am too blessed to be stressed; too anointed to be disappointed and KNOW PEACE–KNOW GOD; NO PEACE–NO GOD. Oh, let me add one more. There’s a phrase in the Bible repeated throughout that says, “And it came to pass.” I love that because it means “It didn’t come to stay.” Whatever problem we face, whatever trial or heartache we’re going through, when we put our trust and hope in Jesus, He will work it all out for our good (Romans 8:28–my life’s verse). We will not be stuck with the situation–not even this plague of sugar ants we’ve had for months. But this world is not my home. My real home is in heaven. For now I’m just a sojourner.