I'm a hospice patient, and I'm days or maybe hours away from death. The morphine makes me drowsy, and I drift in and out.
In those moments, I'm not afraid. There's a sense of someone coming. Of movement toward me. And there's peace in it. Like I've been waiting and now the wait is almost over.
I don't know what's on the other side. But Revelation's insistence that Jesus is coming - not as threat, but as fulfillment - that sits with me now. He's coming. The story is resolving. My story especially.
I'm ready.
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