Physically co-exist peacefully with mankind, philosophically exist on the road to truth, briefly exist on this cursed planet, but mostly: Forever-exist by placing your trust in Jesus Christ.
The deepest mystery of the universe stepped into time. He called himself a Doctor, and healing flowed from his touch. Though alien from the high heavens, this bright star traveled to planet Earth. His vessel disguised as a wooden box, otherwise a feeding trough, contained in its tiny place more than time-space revealed to the eye. Frequently grabbing companions for his worthy quests, this Doctor seemed determined to save humanity. The non-human invaders who sought to take over the human form, the darkness that greedily swallowed the life-giving light, stood no match against the Doctor. And no matter what fate pursues the universe, though sun, moon, and stars collapse, he offers us salvation through immortality. He’s seen your future, your appointments in time, the choices you hold in the recesses of your heart.
So WHO is this Doctor?
From Heaven’s throne to our dirt roads comes Jesus. The Great Physician offers to save your heart and your planet. New creation on a New Earth.
Luke 2:16 (NKJV)” And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger.” (manger/wooden box)
Mark 6: 56 “Wherever He entered, into villages, cities, or the country, they laid the sick in the marketplaces, and begged Him that they might just touch the hem of His garment. And as many as touched Him were made well.”
Rev. 21:1 “[ All Things Made New ] Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea.” (No more sea or no more darkness of the sea)
See also Matt. 4:19 (companions) and Luke 5:31 (physician) and Romans 8:21-24
Why are we intrigued by the Dr. Who character on television? Could it be that something inside us cries out for a healer, a rescuer from our devastated or mundane lives, or even from our disappointing highs? So we look into colorful fantasies like Dr. Who. But wait – just keep him on that side of the galaxy; he’ll do well to help those aliens; I don’t need him stepping into my business; I don’t mind help, but not some self-righteous, imposing lifestyle change. The Doctor stays on the tip of our imagination but away from our heart. Jesus gets way too close for comfort. And yet our imaginations betray us; we long for better and we dream for higher.
Jesus is the Doctor that hits home. He arrived in a state of poverty and yet with veins of royal blood. Temptations of every kind, on every side, offered him “better than.” Ignorant ridicule, flesh-and-blood suffering, quenched dreams, put Him at our epicenter. Now He knocks at the door of your heart. He diagnoses your sinful condition. The Lord of all time offers you the cure that restores the immortality you were intended to bear. The question is, will you open that door – will you welcome the Doctor?
As I’ve been reading Heaven by Randy Alcorn, somehow I harbored the feeling Heaven would be this exciting. Actually, the Bible brings the excitement home to Earth, as in the New Earth. No, I couldn’t possibly imagine what this place will look like ( 1 Cor 2:9), but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Every time I think of something awesome, every bright colorful vision, is a tiny glimpse of something better and more enduring.
To help aid this blurry vision, I’ve started a Pinterest board ‘As in Heaven.’ Take a look and/or comment below. Share your ideas and pics. Don’t be content to let the vision crystallize, but don’t be afraid to imagine the possibilities.
Ever wonder what happens to the Olympic sites after the fact? After all the cameras have pursued, dreams have taken flight, Olympian hearts pumped to the limit, medals and flags lifted high, tears and cheers shared within a common ground. Then the curtain is drawn, performers and spectators looking toward the next site to carry tomorrow’s torch. The Atlantic Cities gives us a peek into former Olympic host Sarajevo.
“…After taking second place in the giant slalom race on February 14, 1984, 21-year-old Jure Franko stood on this concrete podium as the first and only member of the home team to receive an Olympic medal when the city of Sarajevo, then of Yugoslavia, hosted the Winter Olympics. Eight years later, this same podium would be the site of a more grisly event, the executions of countless victims of the Bosnian War and Siege of Sarajevo… Touring through the mountainous Olympic venues, Pack (photographer) has noticed a number of signs warning of areas likely containing still-live landmines; they’re a unique legacy for a former Olympic site, and understandably disconcerting.”
We see the inevitable drama of mankind unfold. A place once celebrated as a place of peace, the unifying of many nations reaching for a prize, later torn by the divisive hatred and empty sorrows that set nation against nation. We envision, we inspire, we meet, we shake hands, and for the moment all is well. Then the camera drops, and from behind the curtain come jealousies, self-righteousness, greed, and oppression. We would be right to label such evils as the curse of mankind. Romans 8:19 says it this way: “For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God… For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.”
As a Christian, we find consolation in the promise of future peace, the end of the curse. Even as we follow the Israelites through their times of rising and falling, we get glimpses of an ultimate future promise.
Isaiah 2:4 “And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.”
Sinful as we are, God continually speaks to the human heart, planting seeds of brighter dreams. Sometimes history itself presents us with a glimpse of future hope. China’s former Olympic site perhaps presents an example.
“China opted for a different approach with its National Aquatic Center. The space, dubbed the ‘Water Cube’ and the venue where in 2008 Michael Phelps won eight gold medals, is now the Happy Magic Water Cube Water Park. It’s got water rides, spa pools and 13 water slides, according to CNN. The bright blues and oranges and pinks — intended to denote an underwater theme — look almost psychedelic.” – Today.com
Someday, God, the great engineer, will remake our world the way He intended it to be. Imagine a new earth, inhabited by transformed men and women with incorruptible bodies. Incorruptible means they won’t break down under weather, stress, gravity, age… Incorruptible also means the spirit doesn’t give way to anger, pride, jealousy, spite… I wonder who will reach the peak of Mount Everest first, and who will get the best time skiing to its foot? No matter, we’ll have plenty of time to practice. All cheering from the sidelines, no shattered bones, no shattered hopes. Whatever medals we earn, we’ll lift them up to the One True King, our eternal burning light for unending venues, in our eternal home.
Until then, it’s up to us who know Christ, to continue passing the undying flame, one torch to another, one heart to another.