Today is Going to be a Good Day.

Today is going to be a good day.

I went to bed super early last night, around 10:30 pm. It was wonderful. This morning when I woke up for my 6:30 am work-out class I wasn't bitter at the world for making me get out of my warm bed, walk in the snow to the gym and move my body much more than I would ever like to. No, this morning I enjoyed the outdoor walk and the exercise. Back in my room, I was making my bed, opening the bind, and pouring coffee. Then it hit me.

Maybe Jesus will come back today.

To write that out sounds silly and child-like. But really. Maybe Jesus will come back today.

A smile is making its way across my face and a giggle up my vocals. I'm giddy at the thought. Maybe He will come and end oppression and violence and indifference. Maybe today is the day that our King will prove that He is over every king, and Lord over every lord. Maybe today our waiting will be worth it, revealed to not be in vain. Maybe. These "maybes" give me hope.

Think about it, what would I do today if I knew He was coming back? Would I go to classes? Would I spend all day in prayer and reading the Word? Would I go to church? Would I still make time to eat lunch and dinner? Would I water my plants or call my mom or do my homework or go to my meetings? Yes, I dare say. Yes. If it is worth doing at all it must be worth doing to the end. If God has called me here, then there must be value in this.

A shutting thought just hit me.

What about them?

Those out in the streets, in the offices, on the bus, at the grocery store, in the elevator, on Michigan Ave., in the coffee shop. Those in suits and ties, in red high heels, with Prada bags, with leather shoes. Those on the South side, those with no shoes, with no school, no peace; those with guns and dirty money. Those a world away, with no food, no home, no hope.

What about them, Jesus?

If you came back today, who would know You? Who would You know? I know I'm not responsible for the salvation of all, but how can I be faithful? Oh, God, when I think of this, all I want is to yell in the streets of salvation, of the Way, Truth and Life. To tell them that no one comes to the Father except through You, Jesus. But a megaphone will not be heard, and shouting will turn them away. Is it worth it? How do we do this "Jesus thing"? How do we live for you and share Your life with others? Do I dare pray, "Come quickly, Lord Jesus" with so many dying souls around me? Is that selfish? Or is Your nearness their good, too?

These thoughts are too much for me. So, I will dare. I will pray that You come and crash against us with Your gospel-love; that You come now, to us, here where we sit in hunger and hope of Your reality. And I beg You to come. Because I need You. Because I love You who loved me first.

Because they need You. Because You love them. And Your love was always the first step.

Yes. Today is going to be a good day.