I Can Tell You Where Jesus Is
I
Can Tell You Where Jesus Is
“Jesus
saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to
my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and
to my God, and your God.”
“And it
came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried up
into heaven.”
“But to
which of the angels said he at any time, Sit on my right hand, until I make
thine enemies thy footstool?”
“And in
the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with
a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.”
He ain’t here!
No seventy-foot Jesus’. We don’t just invite Him over for a cozy
bunch of tea. He doesn’t tuck us into
bed each night. He is, the Almighty and
He has a place.
All Heaven is reserved for
Him. Only a habitation as such is worthy
of this man’s presence. Whoa! Did I say man? Yes, according to scripture, He inhabits a
glorified body now. “Don’t touch Mary!” Well, you get the idea.
Wouldn’t they like to claim
that His bones rotted? That His servants
stole His body and snuck it away somewhere? But, in actuality, Earth is not suitable for
the glorified One. I mean, He had a
company of angels to go home to. His
fans at home waited for Him. His
rightful place beside the Father got tired of having the seat warmers plugged
in. His Father longed. And Jesus satisfied with the reunion.
To have Jesus roaming around
down here would make Him out to be homeless dude, vagabond, and without
purpose. He would be without power and
at the whim of society throwing Him coins out of the car window. This picture God would not stand.
He’s coming back!
“Which
also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? this same
Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner
as ye have seen him go into heaven.”
“For the
Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of
the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise
first:”
A little encouragement. We Americans don’t suffer under a rule of
past Romans as our predecessors did to hide themselves in caves. Yet, we still suffer. And it is always proper to know the truth to
keep our heads on straight in times of stress.
He tarries.
God waits. And He has the plan.
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