Heaven Getting Sweeter


The Lord All-Powerful will destroy the power of death and wipe away all tears. No longer will His people be insulted everywhere they go. The Lord has spoken!

~Isaiah 25:8, CEV


Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind.

~C. S. Lewis

I wake up several times each night and some times I have a hard time falling back to sleep. During these hours I usually meditate and last night I thought about heaven and how it gets brighter each day. No, I don’t know anything you don’t already know about heaven, no special insights have been revealed. When I think about heaven, I think about the Presence of Jesus and the absence of a lot of things. One of the many things I am ready to jettison is anxiety. I was born anxious; my mother told me so. I tend to worry, so much so that it becomes a burden. Anxiety can destroy peace and I love peace. I will be glad to say an eternal good by to anxiety and worry. I am also sick of sin. Yes, I still sin but I am sick of my own sin. I thought about 2 Peter 2:7,
God rescued righteous Lot, oppressed by the sensual conduct of unprincipled men. The KJV says Lot was vexed by the sin of Sodom. Holman uses the word distress. Young says, “he was worn down by the conduct in lasciviousness of the impious men.” We don’t use the word vexed any more but it means troubled, agitated or distressed. Sin is destructive, demeaning, and distressing. I have never thought of Lot has a holy man but I understand his distress. I felt a deep distress in my spirit when I accidentally drove up on the the GAY PRIDE march in Huntsville. It literally made me sick.

But one that has really been on my mind for the last two decades is cancer. I can’t wait to wave bye to cancer. Folks, St. Jude’s is filled with Lilly’s and it breaks my heart. I have no love for cancer: it took my brother at 69, my nephew at 52, my friend Chip at 50. I don’t think Allan Hopkins was even 50 and his brother in law Ron Beavers was only 62. Dwight, Kenny, Gary and Larry are all my age. None of them made it to 70 and Kenny only 65. They all suffered a great deal before departing. I believe that cancer played a part in Kenneth’s early promotion so cancer is no friend of mine. This is not the end of my list; it is a long list, too long for the blog. To put it in a nutshell: I can never be completely happy in this world. Sin, sickness and death distress me more with each passing day. I am sure, this world is not my home.

It has been a hot summer so far and our AC cannot deal with the humidity. On hot humid days 75 degrees is about as low as its going to go. Keith had given me his old 220 AC unit from him mother-in-law house and it has been under a shed for two years. I put it in a kitchen window last night and it had the kitchen feeling like a meat locker in 30 minutes. Even Holly was cold and she don’t chill easily.

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life and naming her Holly was one of them: I should have named her Jackie or JJ {Jack Junior}. She can’t keep money. It talks to her, it says “Hello and goodbye.” If Holly has money, everyone has money.

I got crushed yesterday: got put down hard. I am so devastated that I can’t talk about it now–maybe someday. I felt rejected and left out. Poor pitiful me: can I get some sympathy?

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