Could it be this weekend?
The Feast of Trumpets is the new year, a herald of things to come. Some link it to the promise of a trumpet sounding and the dead rising first…
Then the rest will be caught up to meet Jesus in the air.
I’m that kind of believer. I pray that I can be caught up, not needing to see death, just a meeting in the air and staying with Jesus forever!
What a hope! It’s a blessed hope.
Cherie and I just got back from two nights at Fort Ridgely, a state park near the Minnesota River, up river from New Ulm.
I had intended to write a couple of papers there for the Bible class we just joined, but it didn’t happen.
I slept most of the time. I haven’t slept like that in quite some time.
Now I am rested up, really, and the weather was perfect in every way.
The camping trip was perfect.
Still, I am fighting the blues of depression tonight. Fort Ridgely was one of our favorite places to go camping. Camping without Brian is something that brings up memories—-good ones—and the loss makes it bittersweet.
Grief continues in a morphed way.
This fall I have four trips, the first is over. I’ll report as they happen for me.
God is gently leading me out of my fortress.
Maybe the next trip we take together—-caught up to see Jesus.
Yes, Lord. Come quickly!
MARANATHA!
PS Fort Ridgely is a very historical place. The Dakota Wars of 1862 happened in the region, the fort playing a huge role in the conflict. I think it is important to know the history of that war, the shaping of our country today, also all the angles and sides to the conflict.
Several good books have been written. Each time I go to Fort Ridgely I learn something new.
How quickly time flies. How monumental things can become when we do not live as we should!
Keep short accounts, keep Christ’s commands, keep loving one another. War is a product of the fallen nature. Don’t you long for Christ’s kingdom?
I do.