Ready to go. At any time.

I had a really intriguing discussion with a friend the other day.  He knows I live in the truth of “ready to go at any time.” Because I joke about a lump on my back I don’t take seriously. Because I’d be okay dying in a hail storm car accident. And I can say these things lightly because I believe “to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”  But then he said he was ready too.  Only we mean different things by that.  And he made me sad.

I know… I know a lot of people who pick up my blog are not believers.  So you see me as crazy perhaps.  Perhaps.  I don’t know….
My ready is eternally focused. I believe in eternal life after death. There is nothing good in me, but by the grace of God I am saved from my sinfulness. And saved to a life in Christ. I LONG for eternity. I think, in my deepest heart of hearts, I long to run to the feet of Jesus, and weep on them. And kiss them. I long to hear “well done, good and faithful servant.” I love my family. I am young. But, if the Lord saw fit to remove me from this life, tomorrow, it would never occur to me that it was premature.

My friend?  His ready is focused in reverse. He’s done all the things that were important to him. He’s looking in the rear-view mirror, content. I wanted to cry. I wanted to shake him.  And tell him it’s foolish… It won’t last, and then? What after death? That isn’t ready.   Ready isn’t knowing where you have been, it’s knowing where you are going.

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As I write, I talk to a dear, dear friend sharing with me for the first time the news of his father’s cancer. And the 3-8 month timeline his Dad has been given.  I hear the words: “I just feel lost..and feel like I won’t be found once it happens”  and I’m doubled over in his grief. I know these conversations are going to happen, more and more as we get older.  I don’t think I expected it to be as I sit reflecting on our eternality….

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It’s a jumble of thoughts really. I want to live, always, with that one eye on eternity. It’s bittersweet though, when you grow close to friends who don’t have the same hope that you do. That hope in Jesus’ blood and righteousnes…

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

When Darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
supports me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found!
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne!

On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

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