Coughing, sneezing, sniffing, snorting. It’s a seemingly endless onslaught upon the senses. Syrups, tablets, and vitamin C are the losing defence. Sleepless nights, waking moments a struggle. Physical strength drained, inner resolve gone. It is the attack of — the common cold. Logically we know it will end; emotionally we plan our demise. What hymns shall we choose for the funeral?
Such has been my state of body and mind this week, that I awoke this morning with the initial realisation — it’s Saturday! Oh no, I totally forgot my Friday blog, but how can one remember such a thing when that one is too busy dying?
I lay there but for a moment before reaching for a ready tissue. My blog. What shall I write about today, the question lay like lead in my brain. Another sniff and unsightly blowing of the nose and the thought came, in heaven there will be no sniffing, coughing, and snorting. I actually smiled. I could truly feel, in the midst of my misery, the corners of my mouth stretch into that upward position of joy. Then came the following passage from Revelation 21:1-4, “Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the old heaven and the old earth had disappeared. And the sea was also gone. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven like a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, ‘Look! God’s home is now among His people! God Himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.'”
After that moment of reminiscing about what heaven will be like, I grabbed my Bible from the beside table and opened to the next chapter in Revelation and read the following from 22:1-5, “Then the angel showed me a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. It flowed down the center of the Main Street. On each side of the river grew a tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, with a fresh crop each month. The leaves were used for medicine to heal the nations. No longer will there be a curse upon anything. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and His servants will worship Him. And they will see His face, and His name will be written on their foreheads. And there will be no night there — no need for lamps or sun — for the Lord God will shine on them. And they will reign forever and ever.”
What a magnificent promise we have to all who personally know Jesus. It’s a dream that will come true.
Until then, we fight with colds and other lurgies, with a suffering physical world damaged in its ecology, with a troubled humanity looking for peace and joy in all the wrong places. Until then we wake up each morning and say, “Here I am, Lord. Help, me,” and He always does that very thing. He provides His inner peace for the larger calamities of life and also cares and comforts us in the aggravating things — like the common cold.