At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.
Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)
If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.
Oh how meaningful it is to ponder, repeatedly, the certain and eternal outcome of this life’s brief story, as set in the nail-pierced hands of The mighty Redeemer and Victor!
“They overcame by the blood of the Lamb.”
Confess, Oh Lord, my name before Our Father, as You remain My Overcomer, My Rescuer of the Remnant in the Wilderness!
Only through the above scenario can I “…inherit all things…,” by His grace. (Rev. 3:5; Rev. 21:7)
Praise God for the hope that is in Christ, the Everlasting Saviour! He is The Ultimate Winner, who still lives!