Sunday, December 4 (Suggested Reading: Revelation 4:1-11
One afternoon as I was driving home from work, the red lights on a school bus several vehicles ahead of me began flashing, and the driver slowed to a stop. I sat and watched as about seven or eight elementary-aged Hispanic children of various shapes and sizes departed the bus, their dark hair gleaming in the afternoon sun, their steps full of energy as they ran to meet the adult who was there to greet them.
The young woman greeting them (perhaps a mother or an older sister) received big hugs from each of the children, as if they had missed her all day and were so excited to see her again. It was just a sweet, happy homecoming.
As I visually eavesdropped on this little group, the Lord drew my attention to the words of the song playing that very moment on my car stereo:
Holy, Holy, Holy!
All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns
Around the glassy sea.
Cherubim and seraphim,
Falling down before Thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shall be.
At first, the words of the song seemed incongruous to the scene playing out in front of me. Until that one phrase really settled into my thoughts- All the saints adore Thee.
Adore- give great esteem, respect, honor, and love.
I realized at that point that the Lord allowed me to be in that place at that time to understand that His holiness does not keep me from Him; His holiness draws my heart to His. He welcomes me to come to Him, and stands ready to greet me when I do. So much is His love for me that He waits to open His arms to me.
I am eternally His child, welcomed into His presence because of the redemption Jesus Christ accomplished when He came to earth so long ago. He has made a place for me, a place where I can abide in the light of His holiness for all eternity.
This Road Home 