I attended my 30th class reunion this past weekend. It was just down the street from an old army surplus store that I used to frequent with my father; it was one of our hobbies—cruising junk stores.
Dad has been gone for 30 years, so it was somewhat like closing a circle.
Walking back to the hotel in the muggy night air, I thought about him, my old classmates, and everything in-between. As usual, a biblical theme came to mind, this time my favorite: God’s promises from Bible prophecy.
This is what the liberal critics (within the Church) are missing. They are so anxious to trim the supernatural out of the Bible (like Thomas Jefferson), they throw the baby out with the swimming pool. Or the ocean.
In the books of Isaiah and Revelation, in particular, God promises that in the end, He will make everything new. He will restore the universe to its original state. Among the benefits will be wonderful reunions with loved ones who have gone on before us.
At my class reunion, not surprisingly, I was somewhat taken aback by the aging process—me included. This is “natural” in our world. Hair goes gray, skin loosens, teeth are discolored and worn.
But God has literally promised that one day, known now only to Him, He will remake everything. That is a promise and a prophecy. I don’t believe it is pie-in-the-sky or some esoteric sacred writings and ramblings. It is real-life. Tangible. Future.
Then, the very best reunions will take place. We will all be in full-flower, full of joy. It’s coming, this reunion. This permanent makeover.
If all this makes me a fundamentalist nut, then thank you. I embrace it. Lash myself to it. God’s Word is sure; He said that He keeps His Word (Isaiah 46).
I need it, long for it, hope for it, expect it. So do many of us.