There will be a feast.

The day is coming soon where I'll be able to sit under that oak tree, on a swing attached to a very high branch. And there will be setting sunlight all around, and we'll all sit around drinking new wine and ginger-ale and grapefruit Blue Sky. There will be large fields of waist high grass, and everyone who has influenced me in some way for the better will be there. Jesus, of course, and Jon Foreman and King David and C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, George Muller and George Washington, Mark Mathis and John Mark McMillan and Aswan North. Gianna Jessen and Jamie Tworkowski and Luke and Molly Skaggs, Leonard Jones and Kirk Bennet and Cory Asbury and Matt Gilman. Cory Russell and Mike Bickle, along so many others who have impacted and will continue to impact me. Some that I know and hold close, and others that I have yet to meet, and still others I will never meet here at all.

But we will join together, and laugh and swap stories and be merry, and enjoy the sun that's always setting, but never sets. And then we realize that it's not the sun. It's God himself. And as we're all enjoying each others company, we enjoy the fact that there's no pain. There never will be pain. No more tears ever again. And the best part is, there will be a feast. A wedding feast, because the bridegroom has returned for his bride. It will be the most beautiful feast there ever was, because it's the most beautiful love there ever was. The world has never seen a love like this. We'll be perfectly happy, and we'll know we're not dreaming. We'll know it's real. We'll know it always will be.