A Theological Fantasy - Continued

"So is it with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power."
- 1 Corinthians 15:42-43

Just in case you missed it,
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Celebrating My Resurrection Body...

Hey, friends, before I tell you about my adventures here, I thought I'd do a little more justice to the theme of living in a brand new body.

One resurrection day long ago, while I was still in my old, failing body, I wrote a poem.

I saved it (nothing good is lost) to share with you. I've re-cast it in the present tense, because I'm living it now, and I've added a few lines.

The poem captures a tiny bit of the joy I experience while living and writing these stories for you.

The Glorious Liberty of the Sons of God

The Glorious Liberty of the Sons of God
Image courtesy of Thomas Budach and http://pixabay.com

I Write The Stories, Celebrating

I write the stories, celebrating,
my body newly reformed from the dust.
Jesus rose; now, so have I,
breaking new creative ground.

I write the stories, soaring,
crafting ships to ply the stars.
Treading faces of a million worlds,
footprints left on virgin soil.

I carve the truth, hammering
joyful glyphs into the faces of a thousand cliffs.
When rain has washed away the words,
I will pound them again into ten thousand more.

I spin the tales, whispering
wonder into children's ears,
elevating young minds
to the fearless expectation of glory.

I weave the legends, sailing
before the wind on vast and pristine seas.
Living every youthful fantasy,
Wresting every grown-up dream
from thought to vivid life.

I share the stories, telling
of the foibles of my past.
Laughing at pain now forgotten
in the light of endless perfect day.

I live the stories, experiencing
everything ever imagined, and more,
reveling in a future beyond present ken,
knowing it is all a gift.

I sing the ballads, showing
all who doubted that the promise lives.
Stroking instruments made with loving hand,
I elicit sounds never before heard.

I dance my lines, delighting,
tripping the light fantastic,
queens of brilliant thought in my embrace.
We collaborate ecstatically, creating
beauty beyond comprehension.

I shout the stories, building
worlds of living, loving wonder,
filling each day with praise for
the Creator who shares his life and joy
with creatures such as I.

I write endlessly, rejoicing
in great and precious promises,
fulfilled anew every morning.
Jesus, with all his beloved;
filling the universe with love.

Willie Nelson sings "I'll Fly Away"

Next time; stories of an adventure or two here in the Glory...

CLICK HERE for the next installment in this series.

₌FIN₌

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