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Diamond Jubilee

I watched my parents as they watched the parades and other events in honour of Queen Elizabeth's 60 year reign. They looked like kids in a candy store, all wide-eyed with plastered smiles on their faces. My parents are Jamaican nationals and were born before Jamaica gained its independence from the Crown. So they were taught from a young age to revere the queen and all the royals. So much so, in fact, that last year when Prince William and Princess Katherine married, my mother was glued to the television (only a slight exaggeration). They love that stuff. They can't help themselves.

I'm only mildly amused by the spectacle. I am more interested in my parents' reaction to the pomp and circumstance of it all. But the more I think about it, the more I am moved to tears to think of what rejoicing there will be when we finally see King Jesus sitting on His eternal throne, reigning forevermore. I cannot wait to see the jubilation on the faces of the saints. I cannot wait for a time when every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is LORD!

That's the spectacle I want to watch. That is what I want to be a part of. God save the queen, to be sure....but what a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see. Just to look upon His face, the one who saved me by His grace...Hallelujah!

So let me encourage you and indeed myself to continue to walk the inconvenient path of true Christianity so that the sight of Jesus on His throne will cause rejoicing rather than weeping or gnashing of teeth.

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