My Opa died last week. It was fast. He was there and then he was gone, like a fleeting shadow swallowed by the Son.
The whole week before we were studying Isaiah 6. Isaiah stands before the throne of God.
The train of the LORD's robe fills the temple with smoke because of His glory.
The seraphim's voices cause the earth to shake because of their praise to God.
The unclean are made holy in the eyes of Him who is Holiness Itself.
My Opa is now standing in the throne room of God. He's now seeing the glory and majesty of God for the first time. His voice is joining that of the seraphim in praise to his Maker. He has heard, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
He's finally home, and knowing that, makes all the difference.
The whole week before we were studying Isaiah 6. Isaiah stands before the throne of God.
The train of the LORD's robe fills the temple with smoke because of His glory.
The seraphim's voices cause the earth to shake because of their praise to God.
The unclean are made holy in the eyes of Him who is Holiness Itself.
My Opa is now standing in the throne room of God. He's now seeing the glory and majesty of God for the first time. His voice is joining that of the seraphim in praise to his Maker. He has heard, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
He's finally home, and knowing that, makes all the difference.
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