I was sitting in Starbucks before class thinking about this time last year I was in the midst of going through the final days of my grandfather’s earthly life.  Processing through the event in my head and recounting the incredible comforting power of the Holy Spirit, I was nearly overcome when the beginning of U2’s Where The Streets Have No Name began to play in the store.  It got me, because it is there where the streets have no name that my grandpa is experiencing joy everlasting.  While he is awaiting for the bodily resurrection, he is experiencing the taste of the comfort of God face-to-face.

My thoughts immediately went to the passage of Scripture I read this past week.  John wrote in Revelation 1:4-8,

Grace to you and peace from him who is and who was and who is to come, and from the seven spirits who are before his throne, and from Jesus Christ the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead, and the ruler of kings on earth.

To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood and made us a kingdom, priests to his God and Father, to him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”

The faithful witness is there and my grandpa gets to see Him face to face.  The firstborn of the dead, the mighty King and gracious shepherd.  He is there, and one day I too will see Him face to face.  For now, I can smile, knowing that my grandpa is among the great cloud of witnesses that we told about in the Book of Hebrews. They also speak to the greatness of God’s loving-kindness.

One day, I too will join him in that joyous rapture.

But not yet.

There is still work to be done.