Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Big Day

"On the Big Day, a fountain will be opened for the family of David and all the leaders of Jerusalem for washing away their sins, for scrubbing their stained and soiled lives clean."

Fridays were good when I was growing up. Fridays were the end of the school week. Fridays were game night, as football, basketball and baseball all wound up playing on Friday night. During those long, long hot summers, we even played our youth baseball on -- you guessed it -- Friday nights. Fridays were movie nights, on those rare occasions when I got to go to a movie at night. Fridays were special. They were big days, and bigger nights. Many times they were, well, perfect.

Sundays? Why Sundays were the days when my mother would drag me out of bed, spif me up and take me to church. Later, when the Saints came along, they were church and football.

But they weren't Fridays. Never were.

Imagine the greatest day you've ever had. A magnificent day. Weather good, with the heat perfect and the humidity visiting Alabama for the holidays. Sun, just right. You're with the one you love most, one or many. You're doing what you love most, a game, a movie, just grilling on the back porch or even just sitting in the swing. You're just deeply in love with living.

Imagine all that and ... wait for it ... you top that by a million.

That's the day when Jesus comes again, and the fountain will be opened that flows from the throne room and new Jerusalem comes down and life, well, life is so good that jobs are gone, health care is a thing of the past, stupid elected officials have no more to do with us and we just live, lonnnnnnnngggggg and prosper.

It's a perfect Friday, forever.

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