Who Have Loved His Appearing

Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done.

We pray it, cry it, breathe it, whisper it.

Perhaps it is the most quoted Scripture in our times...it is the long surrender, the hope for the eternal all bound into one.

Life is brief. We pass through these days as a mist, lightly brushing the ground, raising vapor into eternity. And yet we have this hope ... that His kingdom will one day come to earth. 

The death of His saints is lovely indeed. Nabeel Qureshi, Muslim turned Christian apologist, met His Savior face to face this week. I met Nabeel while we lived in Oxford. He attended our church, St. Aldates, and worked with Ravi Zacharias ministries. I did not know him well, but I do know that those who did, verified his passion for Christ and love for others. As I contemplate the death of this saint, I am reminded of 2 Timothy 4:7-8:

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.”

Loved His appearing.

Do I have a love and desire for Christ’s appearing? Is it a habit in my life? Hebrews 9:28 says that He will “save those who are eagerly waiting for him.”

Am I eager for His return? Impatient in the waiting, looking to the sky in hope. Are my groanings for this world or the heavenly one to come? The riches of this world pale in comparison to the splendor of the long-awaited One. And yet, how often do my days revolve around the temporal, never once pausing to contemplate that one day when there will be a great rejoicing. A heavenly gathering of all nations, races, people. Regardless of your particular theology, Timothy paints the picture of one hopeful, expectant, anticipating Christ’s return.

There are too many distractions in our culture today to thwart a pure love of His coming. Too often we live in the comfort of consumption rather than anticipation. We treasure the temporal rather than eagerly awaiting Him.

The One, Who, no eye has seen, no ear has heard, what He has in store for those who love Him.

How can the trinkets of this world dazzle me so?

Why does the frailty of fame ensnare the soul?

We have a God Who shook the earth when He walked it years ago, and will one day shake the heavens with His return. This is our God.

At the young age of 34, Nabeel met His Hope. The One on which he staked his life. Anticipation of “one day” birthed reality. Face to face.

Now we see dimly, but one day all will be made clear. This is our hope. May we desire the appearing of our Lord in such a way that it testifies to our sincerity as followers of Christ. May we love His coming, and speak of it with fellow sisters and brothers, as we anticipate the glorious return. May we not succumb to the frenzy of life so that we are too busy to really see. To look...to wait for Him Whose voice is like thunder, Whose eyes rival blazing fire. This is the One we anticipate.

No ear has heard.

No eye has seen.

But one day ... haze gives way to sight.

 

Momma to three pixies, Lyric, Brielle, and Zion, wife to a Viking-loving writer, daughter of the King. My blog reflects living the lyrics of the cross in the beauty of everyday. I hold a Masters in theology, but more importantly, I host several barn owls in the second acre. We are all about breathing deep here and soaking in the glory of life.