Last night we attended the performance of the Mobile Piano Ensemble. The stage was set with six grand pianos and at one time twelve pianists played together intricate and complicated pieces of music.
As talented as the pianists were, however, their music was not that upon which I was mainly focusing. My eyes kept returning to a pianist who sat tall, with a commanding sense of presence. Although she wore a gold-sequined top, it wasn't her sparkling blouse which grabbed and maintained my attention. It was her white hair.
The pianist had snow white hair cut in a short style similar to what my mother wore. Almost involuntarily, my eyes kept returning to that white head. My mother has been gone for thirteen years now, but the sight of someone who resembled her -- both in coiffure and stature -- captured my thoughts.
At some point in the program, I began to surmise what would be my reaction if I could see my mother again at this very moment. My heart was immediately squeezed with both the grief and the delight those imaginations should evoke and tears welled up in my eyes.
Then another thought came to me. If I had such a strong reaction to just imagining seeing my mother again, what will it be like when I see the Lord? How much greater will be my delight, my joy, my tears? How much more will my heart swell with the sheer knowledge of complete satisfaction and fulfillment?
"That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."