I'm the last voice here, and I'm reading John's final prayer: 'Come, Lord Jesus.'
After all the visions, all the symbols, all the promise, it comes down to this cry. Come. Don't leave us in waiting. Don't abandon us to this broken world. Come.
It's not a prayer of escape. It's a prayer of longing. Of impatience. Of hope that's gotten desperate.
I pray it too. Not because I'm escaping the world, but because I love this world and it's not yet redeemed. Come, Jesus. Finish what you started. Make all things new. Come.
Even so. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of our Lord be with all.
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