Yesterday I went to Hermann Memorial Hospital for some observation time. I really loved every minute, but one thing I'd like to share. Being around broken bodies makes me see just how strong our souls can be. I am just beginning to really grasp that people are so much more than just what is seen. But what are we? What will we be?
This morning I was taking a peak at one of John's letters. John was a fisherman, he had a regular job, in a regular town many years ago. He met Jesus and stuck by His side while He walked the earth.

1 John 3:2
Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. Everyone who has this hope in him purifies himself, just as he is pure.

We shall be like Jesus? That's an interesting and unbelievable thought. So we don't know what we will be, but we do know we will be like him. I guess that's where the gift of imagination has to help us out until we see it.

Many years later, on the island of Patmos, John encountered Jesus again and I think he had a better, more overpowering encounter. But still, so much is left to trust and faith.

Revelation 1:13
& among the lampstands was someone 'like a son of man,' dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, & his voice was like the sound of rushing waters...His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

I like that when John saw Christ in Revelation He had white hair. I think that beautiful elderly people have some of the most clear reflections of Christ. It's interesting to think that the older we get, the closer we may come to reflecting His image in some ways. Don't get me wrong, we won't spend our life with God in broken, fragile bodies, but the white hair, I think that's a blessing!

Also, I wonder if the tradition of wearing white Baptismal robes, like pictured in Palmar Hayden's 1950s painting, comes from this passage in Revelation. When we are baptized we are proclaiming that we believe in and are seeking to follow Jesus. Our clothes can be an outward reflection of an inward heart. Just a thought.

Dear friends, I must move on to reading about statistics and whatnot, but I pray that you have a day full of unimaginable surprises and blessings.