Maybe it’s common for people my age — with children raised, careers winding down, youthfulness fading — to spend time considering eternity.
Perhaps in every century, believers have observed signs of a world “groaning as in the pains of childbirth”, waiting for its deliverance.
I just know that since meeting every Wednesday this fall with fifty beautiful women and studying Heaven in depth, I can’t stop thinking about it. Heaven has become near and dear — a real place, a true home.
I don’t know the time or date,
but I do feel a stirring in the world and in my heart.
Could be soon.
This week, this is my story. This is my song.
“Soon” by Hillsong United