“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared,
but we know that when he appears we shall be like him,
because we shall see him as he is.” -1 John 2
Like many of you, I journey across the Vanport Bridge almost every day. For the last several months, I have glanced at workers doing the dirty but necessary work of preparing the bridge for painting as they work to transform the bridge into our beloved Beaver County blue. (Happily, the work is now done for the winter.)
How were they progressing? It was hard to tell. The white cover over the bridge was solidly in place, so there were only occasional spots where you could see the bridge itself. At some points, the bridge appeared to be the color of the primer. But sometimes I saw the blue.
This is an image for the Christian journey. As John wrote to his Christian friends, Jesus is in the business of making us God’s children because of His life, death, and resurrection. We know what we look like now, but what will we look like when this life is over and we are with Him?
We haven’t seen it yet, but we know it will be glorious. We will be like Jesus, and we will see Him in all of His glory. What a day that will be!
But for now, the work continues.
I try not to be aggravated with people who don’t know how to merge onto the narrow lanes of the bridge. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail.
I try to be patient and kind with my wife. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail.
I try to pray for and help my hurting neighbor. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail.
I try to exercise self-control with my appetite, my eyes, and everything else. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail.
When I succeed, I can’t claim credit. The bridge isn’t painting itself. It requires the skilled hands of the workers. I’m not maturing myself — I need the skilled touch of the Holy Spirit.
Nevertheless, the good moments are glimpses of glory. I hope to provide more glimpses until the day when the cover is off and the glory is full.
Father, thank you for the hope of glory.
Transform my heart, so that I may offer glimpses of it in my life.