It washes everything it touches with the same pale gold, Midas unleashed. But the odd thing is that at the same time, it beckons a deeper tone from every color it touches. Reds are richer, blues are more deep, while whites smile to be so clothed. Even the dull dying rusts of oak trees and fading greens in the fields are summoned to shine for an instant.
Something similar happens with textures. Under the sunset, bricks dance. Stone fences play hide-and-seek with light and shadow. Leaves bob and weave. Leafless tree branches sign a language all their own.
Mid-autumn sunsets kiss the world to life from beyond.
There’s a life beyond this life that does the same thing to people. It’s a shining wonder called glory that kisses lives dulled by the pain and wasting of a broken planet.
There’s a marriage that has drifted from romance to mere toleration.
A child who has run away or a parent whose love was hidden.
A diagnosis with few options and no solutions.
Confusion over which direction to go.
Anxieties that rob sleep and roil stomachs.
Betrayals that sting and relationships that sour.
A shadow on the soul –depression, fear, failure, remorse– that mists vision.
A weight of grief over loss—a person, a dream, a possibility.
Pricetags are switched so what is precious is cheap, and cheap precious.
Even faithfulness to God that seems unrewarded or ignored.
Onto life moments like that…glory shines. God’s glory, the weighty beauty of all He is and all He promises intersects with our gasping, punch in the gut moments.
Your heavenly Father promises, “The sufferings of the present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us….for this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient; but the things that are unseen are eternal.” (Rom. 8:18, 2 Cor.4:17-18)
Just one beam from that glory can bring unexpected loveliness as your heart is fading to dusk. Your dusk, in His glory, is a shining beauty.
A kiss of life from the other side reveals what is more real than you can usually see—but is always there. This painful moment is not all there is to your life. There is something beyond it,
There’s another word for that:
Seeing your life in that glow is just another way of describing
And it arises from your Father’s deep heart of