I've reached the point in my life when I know emphatically that the gospel is the center from which my whole theology is to be built upon. When the heart of everything is gloriously Christ! and the concern of every inch of my soul is to be His glory. This revelation, this realization of the majesty of the all supreme Christ has swept away my lonely grappling for some form of solace into the thrilling pleasures of being with Christ based entirely upon who He is - exalted, supreme, majestic, dignified, loving, merciful, holy.... the list flows on.

It is in the joy of knowing Him that I've discovered the fullness of declaring " the Lord is glorified and worthy to be praised".

Beyond the river, I see a lush green meadow, embellished with quiet serenity, beckoning with modest earnestness, to come and share in the joy of dwelling in peace. To be rid of sin, to have no fondness for the world, to be unfettered by gluttony, lust, covetousness, ambition, depression, to be caught up in the pleasure of knowing God. Now that is christian reality. I'm wandering around the other side of the gushing waters, near the banks, gazing at the vast expense of joy and I'm sick of all the sins that attempt to ensnare.

How much longer before sin is smashed from our consciousness and we are free to glorify God in unhindered joy?

I'm waiting for heaven.

See, God makes all things new ...