Temporary bridge

My neighbors built a charming arched bridge over our creek.  Trees form an arch over the idyllic scene of Hallmark beauty.  How long will that bridge last, I wondered?  All things eventually deteriorate–that bridge being no exception.  Provision to the other side is temporary.

I visualize another bridge, that of Jesus spanning the divide from a human like me, who deserves no permanent home in Heaven, with my perfect Lord.  Jesus is my bridge, my way to be accepted because of who His is, not who I am.

Revelation tells me his bridge is temporary.  Someday, God’s time limit will have run out.  The moment of ushering in the next stage will come.  The bridge opportunity:  over.

Don’t wait, my friend.  Tomorrow is unknown.  The bridge is here for you, Today.

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