7:13 p.m. and the heat is still over 100. Cindi and I went for a walk and as we strolled along we conversed over how we never in our whole lives remember such a summer as this. I remember hearing mom talk about a summer back in the 1930's that was so hot that they actually put the dishes into the spring to cool them off before serving dinner on them. I try to imagine what this would be like without air conditioning, knowing full well that there are folks out there without it - God have mercy on them!
But the intense heat simply moves my desires fast forwards toward the fall and the winter. Did God make us so? Always reaching ahead? Often enjoying, but never quite content with, what is? Maybe so. Always an elusive something out there, beckoning us on, enticing us forward. After all these years you'd think it would simply be given up as a silly game. Yet somehow it seems to me to grow more serious, more intense as the years move ever more rapidly forward - like a river gathering momentum as it rushes toward the falls you can sense, but not see, up ahead.
For truly He made us for Himself, and "our souls are restless until they rest in Thee." Behind all the seasonal discontent, our souls themselves may be sighing, groaning beyond words, for that final beauty which is crisper than the autumn day with that deep October blue sky; shimmering more brightly than the moonlight over the virgin drifts of snow; more fragrant than the sweet apple blossoms in the Springtime; and more intense than the kiss of the sun this July. The beauty of the Day without Evening in the Kingdom of our Father!
Maybe, just maybe, behind the temporal longings rings the sighing cry of the holy church: Maranatha!