My thoughts this week have gone to a far-off country. In my mind, this tired world is pulled back like an old worn curtain and then it appears, stretching out to welcome me. A shining road wrapping around large snow-capped mountains, following clear crisp streams through deep dark forests of tall trees and across a vast green meadow filled with new spring flowers. Over a rise and there is a sight unlike anything I have ever seen before. White creamy shores caressed by the gentle tides of a deep blue sea, above a sky accented with fluffy white clouds of cotton and along the sands is a great marble mansion gleaming in the warmth of the morning sun, lined with porticoes of cool shade. Inside the shimmering walls are many rooms where one waits for me. As I mount the mansion's steps I know, I am home.
"To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, 'If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.'" John 8:31-32