But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship Him.
John 4:23 (ESV)
I just finished reading The Call of the Wild, which is considered by many to be Jack London’s greatest novel. It is the engrossing tale of a dog named Buck who is thrust into the brutal life of the Alaska Gold Rush, ultimately facing a choice between living in man’s world or returning to nature.
As I thought about the theme of the Call of the Wild, my thoughts moved on to how I heard the patient call of my Heavenly Father as a young girl. How He sought me and drew me to Himself. How He appealed to me to come to Him in spirit and truth. How His Son is preparing a very special home for me in heaven one day. Even though these realities sometimes seem to vanish behind the busy distracting events of my days, nonetheless I am called back to them through His Word, sweet dreams and quiet thoughts.
As I struggle to comprehend the realities of future things that are only mere shadows right now, the call reaches through time and space and plants mysterious thoughts about what lies ahead. I am filled with great unrest and strange desires causing me to feel a vague, sweet gladness. I am aware of yearnings and stirrings for I know not what… In my reverie, I find my spirit yearns for the “already but not yet” future for which I was created.
Is it possible to cultivate even more thoughts about a future full of love and light and happiness to the point that these thoughts will actually sustain me as I age? Could thoughts stream through me in such a splendid flood, joyful and abundant, that I could burst forth in sheer ecstasy in anticipation of the day my spirit will return to the One who sent it?
The call is growing more alluring and compelling, just like it did for Buck. Eternity throbs through me in a mighty rhythm. I was created to live eternally with God and one day I will hear His final call—come home my precious child, come home to Me!