Sometimes I can see eternity.

There are moments when music can usher-in the sense, the knowing, of how we are eternal beings.

We are spirit, and that which is inside us, lives on forever. The wind that is blowing through the trees and the branches now, somehow echoes this sense of the eternal.

One can and should, remember these moments, for they can etch that place inside us, where that time is stored, and when the realization was known about this certainty.

Those who have lived a long life, think back upon their lives over the years. They reflect on the past and the memories that they have had over the years. But those thoughts and reflections are upon the past, and are quite different from what I am saying here.

I’m not talking about a panoramic vision or seeing eternity here. I’m not seeing the river of life, nor the leaves that feed the nations, or how the walls are built.

There is a lot of imagery that I could suggest, but that isn’t what I’m after here. One may and can have visions of this, and yet knowing of the certainty of it, is equally as important.

One can cite scripture to point out the validity of these things, but even that is not the knowing of it. One can certainly hope and believe that it will happen, and yet even that is not the same.

Perhaps the time in which we now live allows one to consider eternity now more than ever. As we have approached and now have entered, into the very last of days, the sense and the reality of eternity is probably more of a sign post to some.

We are transitory beings that live upon this pile of rocks we call earth. Our lives are molded by the clock, the seasons, and their considerations.

We are as such, captured by the walls and chambers of time. Birth and death are the parameters of our lives, and the reality of what shapes us as human beings. Our bodies slowly become wrinkled and our organs eventually quit working.

We return to the dust from which we come and are held in boxes or urns. And yet that which resides deep within us, does not return to the dust.

That is the part that is eternal — that is the part that never dies.

The clocks and time itself will eventually quit ticking. The seasons will one day not drop their leaves or begin anew.

“No more shall an infant from there live but a few days, nor an old man who has not fulfilled his days; for the child shall die one hundred years old, but the sinner being one hundred years old shall be accursed.” Isaiah 65:20.

Selah,
~ Stephen Hanson

Stephen Hanson of In His Truth Ministries came to The LORD is a special way in 1975 and has prophesied regularly since. In these end-time birthing pangs we are reminded that judgment must first begin with the household of God. Will we be prepared and ready?

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