Temporary bridge
November 16, 2022
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.