I love singing “This Ole’ House,” all the more as I age and the lyrics sound like the way I feel! When I get to “Just like me it’s tuckered out, but I’m gettin’ ready to meet the saints!” I always sing with gusto-anticipation!
I can almost hear the seventh trumpet blowing and imagine how it will feel to rise up to meet Jesus Christ in the clouds! (1 Thes. 4:16-17). Christ will shout “Let’s ride!” and I’ll jump bareback on a white stallion [which is likely an angel (2 Sam. 22:7-11, Psa. 18:7-10)] and ride like the wind! Yeah me, a guy who last rode a horse about 10 years ago—on a guided trailride—and hobbled away with so much bowlegged pain!
Somewhere before that amazing ride I’ll get to marry Jesus Christ (Rev. 19:7). I’ll walk down the sea-of-glass aisle with all eyes glued on my entrance, and He’ll lift my veil and … MAN! Sorry, that’s when all my imagination drops out! What man can really contemplate being a bride of Christ! KISS? Keep it simple, stupid! Though I have three sisters and no brother, I can understand an eternal relationship with my older Brother.
I’m imagining me and Jesus Christ! But wait! What
About all the saints who will also be resurrected and rising up!
What about all the saints at this yearned-for gathering! The scene definitely gets more interesting with 144,000 [or more depending on the innumerable multitude] on the set! I started to write “chaotic” but I’m sure it won’t be that because God is never the author of confusion (1 Cor. 14:33).
How will 144,000 walk down the aisle? Like marching to “Pomp & Circumstance” up on stage and receiving your graduation degree to the Family and Kingdom of God? Could that all even be done in a day! Remember how it feels to be sitting in the row, waiting for your turn to march, but worse, sitting on the hard bleachers! Hey, who knows, we’ll be Spirit Beings not bound by time! God calls it the marriage of the Lamb and somehow I’m sure He will make it like a marriage ceremony though how can our physical minds conceive it?
How will I recognize the saints when I meet them!
David? Reacting without thinking, I’d be peering around for a 17-year-old youth in sheepherder skins carrying a slingshot. Don’t bother looking for a ruddy redhead with bright eyes who’s good-looking (1 Sam. 16:12). We all hope we’ll be good-looking then! Especially since it lasts for eternity! Everybody will shine like the sun and sport hair white as wool.
We’ll all have new glorified bodies and “in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels of God in heaven” (Matt. 22:30). It’s thought that means we’ll all be sexless so it sounds like we can forget about identifying anybody from the neck down. Unless we retain body mass, making it likely I could pick out Samson.
And I’m guessing that the guy surrounded by everybody asking him why he would ever make such a foolish vow must be Jephthah.
OK, there’s a pretty face, but could it be the prettiest one in Persia?
So, really, how will I identify hardly anybody? I don’t know what any of the Heb. 11 faith heroes looked like.
Recently I kept the Feast of Tabernacles in Steamboat Springs with about 400 brethren. Though I love them all as brothers and sisters in Christ, though never having met most of them, I could probably only identify about 75 of them.
The first one I hope to see in the clouds will be my wife Mary. That pretty face I’ll know! Better yet, maybe we can rise holding hands!
Then maybe God will “make it so” that those we know will be the ones gathered closest to us so this Family reunion gets off on the right foot—ready to stand on the Mt. of Olives! (Zech. 14:4).
Or, as my wife points out, when we are changed to glorious Spirit Beings, we will have far greater powers than we do now. We will be like God, see Him as He is (1 John 3:1-3)—the God who knows the number of hairs on heads and names all the stars. Will we be given such increased mental capacity that we will somehow instantly know everybody there! I’m sure God has developed better facial recognition than all the AI experts.
And when Christ hollers that it’s time to ride down to the earth, it surely won’t be 144,000 greenhorns suddenly trying to saddle up. We couldn’t do that smoothly if we tried to all mount a carousel!
But our calling was a personal one. Jesus Christ knows each sheep (John 10). From millions of angels will He already have assigned a certain angel to come to you as your ride? Will He have picked out the steed with the perfect temperament for your riding ability, or will we all suddenly be expert horsemen as a result of now being Spiritual Beings!
Lots of fun questions to ponder even while we can only see through a glass darkly! I’d love to hear your speculations.