NW-01079 A load of washed balls

 

John 17:12

While I was with them in the world, I kept them in Your name. Those whom You gave Me I have kept; and none of them is lost except the son of perdition, that the Scripture might be fulfilled. NKJV

North in the Georgia Mountains, the heavens had opened for some 48 hours or more. Driving back to his home with a friend of mine I remarked this this was quite some ‘rainy night in Georgia.’ “Yes,” he replied, “Sometimes it feels like it’s raining all over the world.”

I smirked.

It rained through that night as well and later, my laptop event software flashed up a flood warning as I checked the early morning news. By the time it was light the torrent had turned to a trickle and I decided to walk some of the tees on the Golf course, which weaved its way up and down the steep hillsides of this my good friends North Georgia Mountain home.

In the valley, the river was full and brown with mud, fed by new streams, which were still racing down the mountainside carrying everything in their path. One of the concrete golf cart paths had caved in and fallen down a gully, but the most unusual things was the golf balls I had found gathered together on the green below a very steep tee.  It seemed that the torrential rain had flowed through the dense undergrowth picking up every sliced shot lost ball and rolled them down the rivulets of gathering, washing them all shiny white and placing them together on the green below. I counted six shiny new balls pulled by the flowing water  from the deep and  dense foliage where they had been buried, and now placed on the green and all together and  waiting to be potted.

Now then what might I suggest from this picture? Should I suggest that all renegade sons shall eventually be washed home by the power of the Holy Spirit to all the green places of heaven? Should I suggest that  all places below heaven and under heaven, whether they are upon the frozen mountain tops or in the depths of the cold seas, shall all, nevertheless,  by the resurrection power of Jesus give up the dead in Christ in washed and shiny white? Should I also uggest that those lost and forgotten by us are still known and remembered by God and that nothing shall hold them fast when His power is let loose to bring them home? Yes, I shall say all three of these things and add an amen and let it be so to each one of them.

Oh, the things lost to us in space and time. Oh the hidden treasures unknown to us beneath the sands of time. Oh, the lost loves and the lost daughters, the lost sons, all burnt and blasted, murdered and made mad by loneliness. I tell you that none of these are lost to God or are beyond His cleansing redemption. Those that are destined for the greens of home shall arrivethere my friend, and none, no, not one shall be lost.

Therfore, knowing that neither those dead nor alive is hidden from the Lord. No one is beyond His redemption; no one is beyond His cleansing. Let this knowledge become the fuel of hope to you; let this hope be the propane of your prayer and the believing light of your eyes. No one lost but alive is beyond the redemptive power of God. No one saved and departed is beyond His getting.

Listen:  Then Judas, having received a detachment of troops, and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees, came there with lanterns, torches, and weapons.  Jesus therefore, knowing all things that would come upon Him, went forward and said to them, “Whom are you seeking?”  They answered Him, “Jesus of Nazareth.” Jesus said to them, “I am He.” And Judas, who betrayed Him, also stood with them.  Now when He said to them, “I am He,” they drew back and fell to the ground. Then He asked them again, “Whom are you seeking?” And they said, “Jesus of Nazareth.”  Jesus answered, “I have told you that I am He. Therefore, if you seek Me, let these go their way,”  that the saying might be fulfilled which He spoke, “Of those whom You gave Me I have lost none.” (John 18:3-9 NKJV)

Pray: Neither betrayal nor battle shall make You lose Your sons O God. Whether from the Mariana trench, or the mountaintops of icy Everest, you know where we lay and await your redemption. We are not hid from You nor absent from Your presence. Therefore, O Lord our God, reclaim and redeem us taking vengeance upon our enemies as You do. In Jesus name we ask it, amen and let it be so.

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