Someday

The best thing about a calendar is that is allows us the gift of anticipation.  No matter how hideous or fantastic today is, tomorrow holds the promise of something better.  The calendar is the producer of endless somedays.

Someday, an eternal day will dawn.  Everything that we know will be made shiny and new.  Every sense will be heightened.

Lilacs will emit a sweetness that can nearly be seen.

Blues and greens will be vibrant enough to nearly hear.

Music will be rich and deep and nearly touchable.

Silk and sandpaper will generate sensations that can nearly be tasted.

The meat of a strawberry will be so robust in flavor that we will swear our tongue were one huge taste bud.

Someday, the feast will begin, and will never end.  Our party clothes will be ever-clean, wrinkle-free, yet comfortable as well-worn flannel pajamas.

My gnarled fingernail that I have nursed since junior high will be smooth and manicured.

The air will be sweet, clear and stench-free. . .  always.

Our scars (not His) will be erased.

Garbage cans will no longer be needed for refuse or for the poverty-stricken to find their daily bread.

Little children will no longer grow dim and die.

Weeds and biting flies will be no more, and never missed.

Someday, the Garden will be re-opened and we will once again walk with God in the cool of the day.  We will be naked and unashamed.  Walls will come down to stand no more.

It will rain exactly when it needs to rain.

I will not sweat or chill.

Our embarrassment will stem from being so blessed, not from being so stupid.

War and murder will be inconceivable concepts.

Blood will be the memory of our redemption, not the stain of our violence.

The voice of God will be heard unfiltered and unfettered, and in hearing Him we will hear one another clearly.

Someday, it will all make sense, even if we don't understand it.  We may not have complete explanations, but we will have complete peace.  Wisdom will become the living entity which Solomon depicted.  Light will not merely come from Him, it will be Him.

The nagging of my conscience will be replaced by unclouded understanding.

Decisions will not be wrestling matches, but settled instincts.

Truth will be Him, not words in a creed.

Our minds will become the mind of Christ with no deviation.

IQ will be irrelevant.

Questions will have a place to rest.

Someday is coming soon.  Not to a theatre near you, but growing within you.  "The Kingdom is near" Jesus proclaimed, revealing that God was at that very moment beginning the transition to Someday.  The Kingdom-seed had been planted.  Slowly, but consistently, the seed sprouted, shot forth tendrils, bloomed, and flowered toward the day of a fruit harvest.  It is Kingdom-Spring.

Someday is happening around us in the hearts and lives of Kingdom-people.  Someday is emerging around us as God works silently (like leaven, mustard seeds and the like).

And one day, the final Someday will burst forth in full bloom.

Dreams, visions, prophecies, wishes and hopes will become precious diamonds.

We will see Him as He is.

He will mold us as we should be.

Joy, peace, love, grace, and light will become forever bold, underlined and capitalized.

Yesterday will be fitted for new clothes.

And Someday will become Today.

I live in today, but on my calendar I have circled Someday.