Glory

I used to think of it as a untouchable mystery- and mystery it is: Christ-in-me, the HOPE of GLORY. I used to think that in order to see the glory I would physically die- and have come to understand that yes my flesh indeed will die, but to see the visible radiance of His love, this is actually what I am made for. My flesh can not possibly hold up to the unbridled goodness of God, it would cause me to explode into a million particles. Yet my spirit was indeed designed to be a container of a portion of this unfathomable goodness. I was made to get lost in it for all of eternity. 

It has begun to hit regions of the world where the blind are seeing, the deaf hearing; it's starting to break out on the streets of western, first-world cities as sons and daughters stop for others. Yet some miss it because it doesn't always look like what they think it should. They are looking for shiny-gold dust glory, when more often it is dirt, mud, and sand that surround the occasion. And it costs something, it costs you your flesh, in fact, it costs everything. But He is abundantly worth it all.