George didn’t want go to go the family reunion with his parents this year. He was 18 now, and completely able to cook for himself. His dad thought it would be a good oportunity for his awesome son to prove himself before having to strike out on his own. Mom thought differently. Go figure.
Mom reminded George about all the wonderful people that would be there, no effect. She mentioned the zip lines, water park, and fishing boat. Still nuttin. She tried that ole mommy standby guilt trip. George just laughed. Then mom pulled out the big gun. “Your great uncle George will be there. He’s flying in from Russia tomorrow”. George had heard great stories about the man he was named after, but he had never met him. This announcement caused George to pause and consider. But, in the end of consideration, selfishness won. George waved goodbye as his parents the next day.
There’s no need to tell you about the things George experienced while his parents were gone. You see, George is determined to become “someone”. So his exploits alone would be quite bland to most. No headlines here folks. However, when mom and dad came home they had exploits enough to make up for George’s monotone life.
Seems uncle George was a massive hit at the reunion. He showed up in a limousine. He had 5 body guards, 2 male attendants, and a helicopter flew in just in case something pressing came up.
Uncle George split the darkness around the camp fire with tales of war, intrigue, customs of Russia, and all these tales were made to come alive by the man’s marvelous accent. What a time his parents had! And they talked about it for hours.
They told their son that “he” had asked about him. And when they explained about the need to go it alone, Uncle just got this weird little smile on his face. “I was in great hopes of meeting the boy. I have some gifts I wanted to give him personally. And I have purchased some land in his name. No matter. I will hopefully meet him some day”.
It didn’t take but a moment for the regret to sink into George’s heart. But it took some years to depart. His uncle was killed the next month in a political assassination. The gifts, gone. The land, gone. But, most of all, the great man George never met, gone.
What does this story mean? It means, simply, that we talk and talk about the glories of Jesus. But you’re intent on staying here. There is one twist, however, that can’t be made from the story. You will see Him. But you won’t be allowed to enter if you don’t accept His gift by faith now. Won’t you PLEASE come with us as we assend the Hill of the Lord!
By His Grace.
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