JUST MUSING BASELINES
The Final Reveal – SONG, November 14, 2025
Hup and Cordia walked along the path in the woods, Gracie by their side. They enjoyed their walks together – not so early in the morning for Cordia, but she enjoyed their time together.
“Do you see our Lord coming soon Hup?” She asked.
“A thousand years is as a day to the Lord, and Today is eternal in God’s holy habitation.”
Cordia pressed. “But do you think he’s close?”
He picked up a stick and threw it for Gracie to retrieve. “Always. Of course, I’m not looking for signs as some look for them, and try to read the tea leaves, which leaves for many a sour brew.”
“My aunt Helen, she died believing that Jesus would return during her lifetime.”
“Yes, and she died in hope, not disappointment. That’s the way God intended it since Christ’s ascension. He would return. I just want to be prepared… oil in my lamp, and honey on my lips for that sweetest welcoming kiss.
“You said that Solomon foretold of the coming of Jesus as a pillar of smoke.”
“Yes, then Solomon spoke of King Solomon.”
“King Solomon?” Cordia equally blurted.
“A greater Solomon… greater than himself. One who’d made himself a chariot from the wood of Lebanon. He made it – no other.”
“Wood of Lebanon?”
“Tall and fragrant… the cross that he bore on Gethsemane, became the framing of our heavenly transport that he used to carry us home. There are pillars there too – “silver rising from floor to purple canopy… palanquin covered in royal purple… Christ’s righteousness covering all who would ride within… a gold floor. I’ll say this much, when we appear with him in the air – experience that heavenly rapture – the way was paved with love and we shall dwell with him forever in Father’s heavenly abode. From Bethlehem to beyond the mountains Bether.”
Hup bent over, picked up another stick, and threw it. Gracie barked once—sharp, delighted, certain of the coming return—and tore off down the path after it.
“Wonderful thought,” Cordia acknowledged, not so joyously.
“What’s wrong hon?”
“Oh, I agreed with my aunt Helen, that’s all.”
“The day’s not over hon. It is true, and Spurgeon would say that we cast a far shorter shadow before us now than what trails behind. Me? I prefer the thought that I stand where there is no shadow. “
“None?” Cordia asked and laughed.
“Well? If the sun of righteousness is shining directly overhead that is where I am told I will find my rest – and if there’s a shadow? It’s beneath my feet.”
“This study of yours is having a profound effect upon you – I must say that.”
“Yes… first it was to follow the footprints of the flock, now the pillars – which led Israel through the wilderness to a manger… and to prepare for that chariot that Christ made of the wood to take the daughters of Zion home.”
“Daughters of Zion?” Cordia queried.
“Yes, as opposed to the daughters of Jerusalem. I suppose that’s the final reveal, isn’t it? The tares vs. wheat? Those standing on Christ’s left, and those on his right? That Today – and who live mocking that day – will suffer the ultimate reveal. ‘He that hath the Son hath life and he that hath not the Son hath not life.’ Couldn’t be any clearer.”
