I CAN’T WAIT

Samuel Kuo — Hillsborough, New Jersey, USA

I can't wait to behold the glory of God, His light, His majesty, His tender mercies, His overpowering love, face to face. I can't wait to behold the splendor of heaven and its riches, to see my dwelling place, resplendent with God's spirit.

I can't wait to sing with angels. I can't wait to sit at Jesus' feet and listen to His voice. I can't wait to meet the Samuel, after whom I was named. I can't wait to meet David and have him sing and play his psalms in original score.

I can't wait to talk to Paul, to John, to Daniel—my favorites. I can't wait to cook with Martha. I can't wait to fish with Peter, make tents with Paul, Apollo, and Priscilla, and race on water with my church friends. I can't wait to hear the stories, the testimonies, the sharing, and the fellowship.

I can't wait to see the tears on our faces, from the grace we have received, wiped away. I can't wait to know no more sorrow, tears, or pain. I can't wait for faith to be sight, for hope to end, and for love to abound.

I can't wait to ask God all the questions I always wanted to ask. I can't wait to ask, "Why me?" I can't wait to ask, "Was I really worth dying for?" I can't wait to ask, "Were you pleased?" I can't wait to hear, "Good and faithful servant, well done." I can’t wait to hear, “His name is Sam, my little lamb.”

I can’t wait to see the sights. I can't wait to see the twelve gates, the twelve foundations. I can't wait to see the jasper walls, the city of gold, the clear glass sea, the tree of life, and the twelve fruits.

I can't wait never to switch on a light ever again. I can't wait never to wear glasses again. I can't wait to be of a normal weight. I can't wait to be in my spiritual body. I can't wait to teleport and to communicate telepathically. I can't wait to never be tired again.

I can't wait to see how big the book of life is. I can't wait to see movies of the creation and of all the stories in the Bible and everything not mentioned in the Bible. I can't wait to live beyond four dimensions.

I can't wait to get a piggy-back ride from an angel. I can't wait to see their servitude, their praise, their honor. I can't wait to see old friends. I can't wait to be home.

I can't wait truly to know God.

I can't wait. In the meantime, God, please lead me home. I'm but a stranger here; heaven is my home. Jesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine.

What can't you wait for?

            What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face—the One who saved me by His grace
When He takes me by the hand, and leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day, that will be. –Jim Hill