I Like To Think of Jesus now, the Lord of glory. His eyes are as a flame of fire, wonderful eyes, not weak like mine, with eyeglasses on the end of my nose. Eyes that burn into my soul. Eyes full of love.
I am an old woman now, and I like to think of him laying his right hand upon me as he did upon the aged John, and saying to me also, “Don’t be afraid! I have the keys of the grave and of death.”
He intercedes for me, and I am comforted by that. My singing is very weak and feeble now, but I know that he listens to the songs of my heart.
It is a big mystery to me, but I know that even in his blazing heavenly glory, his hands and his feet are still pierced. For me. When I am low and anxious, it gives me peace. Sometimes I wonder, especially when I feel the burden of injustice and unconcern, why he does not rend the heavens and come down as he promised. But when I think of all the wonderful people he has called and justified and saved from despair in the last few years of my life, I am content. I think of all the people who need the Lord, and my disappointment passes for a while.
Really, the thought of Jesus in glory is quite beyond me. I just have to accept it in faith. I know that he is immortal, enjoying a glorious body. And I long for the day when he will give me a body like his, so we can enjoy eternity together.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One