So...maybe you could split the skies tomorrow, Jesus?

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
“It Is Well with My Soul” [Horatio G. Spafford]

I haven’t always meant those words when I’ve sung them, you know. I meant the “my faith shall be sight” part, but it was the hastening that I wasn’t too thrilled about.

I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, especially not to Jesus Himself—not that He needed my admittance to know it was there—but deep down in the undercurrent of my subconscious, I wasn’t too ready for Him to come back.

While I’m being honest, let me also just go ahead and state it wasn’t for holy purposes either—like my desire to evangelize to the ends of the Earth. Truthfully, it was mainly because there was a lot of living that I still had left to do. I wanted to see U2 in concert, walk down an aisle in a flowing white dress, and live in Europe, among other things. [Read more...]