We will meet again
I am thankful for my friends; they have been many. Each has left some dear cherished memory. Sometimes I can relate them to places, names, books, events, letters and even songs.
Occasionally, some memories are revived strongly; a picture or the mention of a place or an activity. However the fondest memories are those of my favourite place and the people associated with it.
The mist laden hills; high up in the eastern Himalayas.The long winding roads. Times when the road to a friends house was never too long. The taste of the local delicacies. The glorious, blazing red colour of the rhodhodhendrons in early spring. The vibrant painting of the himalayas by the early rays of the rising sun...transforming the colours of the sleepy mountains from once pale grey, to red, then pink, to orange, to golden yellow and then vibrant dazzling white.
One evening, I was caught in a dense fog. Visibility was barely a feet. I would have to bring my hands to my face to see them. Then, all around me the colour of the fog began changing..this time from white, to orange to pink and dusky red, to grey until, in a matter of a few minutes all was dark!
I thank God for these memories...and the friends I have shared them with.
Sometimes however, I am reminded of a select group of friends. There in front of the mountains, on so many foggy evenings, we would sit together in a circle of tiny chairs, in a room on the first floor of the granite stone building. We had one thing in common. We had all made a silent prayer...and invited Jesus into our lives...and therefore we had an assurance; that we would meet again.
Twenty five years hence. I have not had the privilege to meet many of them in person.
Then there were other friends. I have loved them as much. We have shared many moments and hence have many fond memories. While memories remain, a few of these friends are no more. There was one who used to walk home back with me some evenings. If we were together, we would sometimes leave the main road...and would prefer the road by the woods where we could sometimes drink water from the running brook, sometimes get lost in a game of marbles and sometimes hunt for beatles to keep as pets in soap cases! He left, suddenly!
Do I have hope to meet him....or many of my other friends with whom I do not share the same assurance of meeting in the life beyond?
If any of my friends are reading this...I want to offer them this assurance and hope in Jesus...that He died so that YOU may have a new life with the assurance of salvation and a home in heaven. All it takes is a simple prayer of asking for forgiveness and accepting Jesus as your saviour and friend.
And then, no matter whether on earth we get the oppurtunity to meet...we can meet in heaven.
So, here dear is another of my stirring songs adapted from no other than the "Beatles" and sung with an altogether new meaning by my favourite music group "Selah"!
Occasionally, some memories are revived strongly; a picture or the mention of a place or an activity. However the fondest memories are those of my favourite place and the people associated with it.
The mist laden hills; high up in the eastern Himalayas.The long winding roads. Times when the road to a friends house was never too long. The taste of the local delicacies. The glorious, blazing red colour of the rhodhodhendrons in early spring. The vibrant painting of the himalayas by the early rays of the rising sun...transforming the colours of the sleepy mountains from once pale grey, to red, then pink, to orange, to golden yellow and then vibrant dazzling white.
One evening, I was caught in a dense fog. Visibility was barely a feet. I would have to bring my hands to my face to see them. Then, all around me the colour of the fog began changing..this time from white, to orange to pink and dusky red, to grey until, in a matter of a few minutes all was dark!
I thank God for these memories...and the friends I have shared them with.
Sometimes however, I am reminded of a select group of friends. There in front of the mountains, on so many foggy evenings, we would sit together in a circle of tiny chairs, in a room on the first floor of the granite stone building. We had one thing in common. We had all made a silent prayer...and invited Jesus into our lives...and therefore we had an assurance; that we would meet again.
Twenty five years hence. I have not had the privilege to meet many of them in person.
Then there were other friends. I have loved them as much. We have shared many moments and hence have many fond memories. While memories remain, a few of these friends are no more. There was one who used to walk home back with me some evenings. If we were together, we would sometimes leave the main road...and would prefer the road by the woods where we could sometimes drink water from the running brook, sometimes get lost in a game of marbles and sometimes hunt for beatles to keep as pets in soap cases! He left, suddenly!
Do I have hope to meet him....or many of my other friends with whom I do not share the same assurance of meeting in the life beyond?
If any of my friends are reading this...I want to offer them this assurance and hope in Jesus...that He died so that YOU may have a new life with the assurance of salvation and a home in heaven. All it takes is a simple prayer of asking for forgiveness and accepting Jesus as your saviour and friend.
And then, no matter whether on earth we get the oppurtunity to meet...we can meet in heaven.
So, here dear is another of my stirring songs adapted from no other than the "Beatles" and sung with an altogether new meaning by my favourite music group "Selah"!
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