Sometimes when life feels like a struggle, I imagine what it would be like if I didn’t have the hope of eternal life with God and this life I have now is ‘it’. It seems hopeless and dismal. But before time God already had a plan, and his plan was to rescue us and save us through Jesus’ life, death and resurrection. He has prepared a place for us that is so wonderful that there is no more pain and suffering there. It makes the challenges of today, seem bearable in the hope of our eternity with him.
Today as you meditate on this wonderful truth, you might want to read Hebrews chapter 11, an account of just some of the people who lived by this faith. Or perhaps listen to the song below and read the lyrics as you listen. God is good.
I’m living in a land of death the trees are burning grey
There’s a smouldering smoke overhead and the night looks the same as the day
It seems a miracle that I can stand When everyone I’ve known
Drifts up in the air with the ash every time that the wind starts to blow
But I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
Your law is a stream in this wasteland – my lifeline
So much more than precious gold are your promises my lord
By them is your servant warned in keeping them great reward
Your direction is marked in light Your law secures my wounds
I will meditate day and night and in season you’ll harvest your fruit
Though a poison should threaten to kill I know my Saviour reigns
And when the breezes of death leave a chill I’ve got Jesus’ blood in my veins
So I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
So much more than precious gold are your promises my lord
By them is your servant warned in keeping them great reward
The kingdoms of man have all decayed the ruins of progress turn to waste
The gods of greed lay in their graves Darkness is everywhere
But there’s a path in the dark that has emerged
I can see a great light beyond this curse A brilliant blaze that is your word
A beacon of hope that burns And I focus my captivated gaze
On the radiant light from Jesus’ face The water of life is all I crave
Only your word remains So much more than precious gold Is the beauty I behold
Give me the glorious reward Of knowing you my king, my Lord
Petrina Rangiawha
