You wouldn’t know I was here before the words appeared, but I was. And now I write these words as you read them.
Did you know that I also read them alongside you? I see this word, and this one too, in sync with your eyes and your mind. We share this page together, you and I. You see the progression of the sentence, the cadence, the staccato, the melody, the period, the same as I. When you look I too am looking.
But not at the same time.
It appears as if it were the same time, in the same moment, even though our moments may be separated by a hundred years or more, but that’s because the moment in which we are reading is something we share that is always the same. We all read in the same moment, although not at the same time.
We read each word together in this moment together at different times, but I am the one who wrote these words. I write it and we read it! This difference in roles creates a clear distinction between you and I: you know me but I don’t know you. You see me, but I can’t see you.
That is an advantage of yours.
I have a message and I send it, we both receive it but I don’t even know who you are! I can’t know your hopes, your thoughts, your dreams or your worldview.
I don’t even know if you are there! Maybe you aren’t! But if you are, I don’t have to be where you are within the space-time continuum (the same time and the same place) for you to get my message. Neither is my message limited to a certain number of simultaneous readers. In addition, I may no longer reside on the Earth itself, yet you and others will get my message.
That is an advantage of mine through the power of the written word.
Writing is a remote transmitter for whom the reader is the remote receiver. It doesn’t matter where I am, all of my messages remain available to encourage you and others to go where I am going: beyond space, beyond time, beyond matter –into the arms of Jesus.
From this world into eternity I will one day step!
Into the great halls of Heaven I will stride, a son of God, with the keys to not only to the halls but Heaven itself. I am the prodigal son dear reader!
So are you, if only you will accept the hand of Christ that reaches down to you from eternity! He is beyond our reach, but we are not beyond His! He offers His hand, the free gift of salvation, to lift you up and out of this world into the eternal, glorious inheritance that awaits all of God’s prodigal sons and daughters!
Please come join us when you are done here. Bring others with you, to follow when it is their time, and encourage them to bring others so that at the end of all time we can celebrate Him whose hand reached down to pull us up and away from the hand of death across the impenetrable gulf of darkness. The only hand that could free us forever from the grip of death is that which was nailed to the cross.
The blank page before the words begin.