A father’s prayer

I sat on the park bench. The shadows from the trees waved back at me. The sun glittered on the walkway and the birds chirped a sweet melody. My children were riding bikes and rip-stick. They were enjoying the weather and God’s creation as much as I.

The picnic shelter to my right was a buzz with talking and laughter. Families had gathered together as one. Even though distance, jobs, or situations may keep them apart, they set this time to be together. I looked at them with longing. It has been some time since my family has reunited and I look forward to that time to come.  In the mean time…

I don’t think those people realized that I was watching them, but they impacted my heart with hope. Another glimmer of heaven. To be together as one body, one bride,… And then guess what happened? One of the father’s spoke for all to hear, with authority and love, saying it was time to pray over the meal. Everyone gathered. The children came running. The teens came slowly at first and he waited for them. Come he said. All was quiet. And then he prayed. It was beautiful.

I can only imagine the day when Christ returns and says come. Just as the little children, I pray we come running. That we don’t sit on the outside looking in wishing we had gotten up and moved.

When Jesus says, “Come.”

Will you?