© Scott Mitchell

Just think of stepping on shore—and finding it heaven!
Of touching a hand—and finding it God’s!
Of breathing new air—and finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory—and finding it home!                                           (L.E. Singer and Don  Wyrtzen)


In the aftermath of sin, rebellion, death, and hell being cast headlong into eternal fire – along with the satan, the antichrist and the false prophet – John the Revelator opens the next scene with the transitional word “Then”1


Καί tells every worn-down, battle-weary, hanging-by-a-thread saint of a whole new dawn, a burst of sun after a long, perilous night, and the penultimate realization of a desperate soul’s most ardent desire.


In a little while, [you] will flee from a world of sin, infirmity, and strife – from all its taintings, woundings, and misunderstandings, and find yourself playing upon the surface and plunging into the depths of the ocean of love that flows and sparkles beneath and around the throne of God and the Lamb.”

– Octavius Winslow (1808-1878)

 The Psalmist said of the refugees returning to their homeland after a 70-year diaspora that they were


“like those who dream…” (Psa 126:1)

Lets think about those refugees for a moment; walk in their dusty soles and find a point of contact if we may. Do you ever feel displaced? (My mind immediately runs to Germany in the 30’s when Jews were rounded up, forced into settlements – ‘ghettos’ – and miserably awaited their turns on the cattle cars)

Homeless. Hopeless. Herded from their Goshen and forced to step on Treblinka’s soil. Asleep in Beth-el, only to wake up in Babylon.

That sense of displacement – the deep-down scratching of alienness – is a reminder we’re not made for this world but have all the factory inputs for a new heaven and a new earth. If I want to sell this iPhone I’m presently using to work on this draft, I’d first wipe everything and restore it to its factory settings.

We tend to accumulate a lot of data and applications that might be useful for this world, but not for the next, and saints instinctively know when a ‘dump’ is needed. When you’re hard-wired for glory, there is always going to be a quiet yearning for separation from this oppressive matrix and an insatiable craving for celestial air.

Eternity is our reset. It’s our homing beacon.

But just think of…

…those pilgrims crossing the last checkpoint of Babylon, cresting the highest peak of the mountains that frame the border of once-home, their stepping onto familiar soil, stooping to kiss the ground, breathing in the sacred air…

Do you dream of what awaits? Does it capture your imagination? Are you holding your breath for the sacred conjunctive


that is coming?

Perchance are you loosening the load, dumping the excess, resetting to your Maker’s specs, and sighting in on Beulah? Are you like those who dream?

Are you the least bit homesick? 

1 Rev 21:1

Post Author: Pasturescott

6 Replies to “those who dream”

  1. Today I was a bit rocked by the homegoing of a young believer being so greatly used and lost to us so young.Thank you for giving me a glimpse of his joy and utter pleasure and for reminding me, “This isn’t home. We were made for so much MORE.”

  2. That sing is one of my favorites! How we long to breathe new air and find it celestial! Just was thinking yesterday of Nabeel Qureshi, 34 yr. old now healed with the Father. Had another friend, a 92 yr. old , that went to be with the Lord yesterday as well. May we keep our eyes on the Author and Finisher of our faith! As we journey here on earth, may our lives make an impact for His glory! Thank you so much for sharing your insightful messages from the Lord!

    1. My dear friend, I’m grieved for your personal loss but rejoicing in the unmooring of two more saints who are freed from this hard travail and now whole before Jesus!!

      Thank you, kind Beth, for your sweet encouragement!

  3. How does the song go? Oh yes, “I’ve never been more homesick than now…” I miss you, my dear friend and brother. I don’t chime in often, but know you are always in my heart and in my prayers. I love you, my brother.

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