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Come On Up To the House

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“Comfort my people,” says our God. “Comfort Them!” Isaiah 40:1 (GNT)

I used to haul hay, in my rural community, as a teenager. It was hard, hot work loading bale after heavy bale onto a truck and then stacking it in an equally stifling barn.

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On such days it was always a relief to see my boss’s aunt coming in a pickup truck about lunch time. She’d pull up alongside, roll down her window and say the most comforting words an exhausted 17 year old ever heard: “Come on up to the house.”

Back at the house, there was always a hearty meal waiting, followed by a much needed siesta during the heat of the day.

I suppose it’s incomplete, but this is my little idea of what going to heaven is like. Someday, Jesus will call out to me, “Come on up to the house.” A never ending time of fellowship and rest will then begin.

A few of my favorite scriptures about eternity:

“So when the corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written. “Death is swallowed up in victory.” 1 Corinthians 15:54 (KJV)

“Do not work for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man shall give to you, for on Him the Father, even God, has set his seal.” John 6:27 (NASB)

“But whoever drinks the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring which will provide him with life-giving water and give him eternal life.” John 4:14 (GNT)

Maybe this is a bit of an off-point post for Christmas Eve, but only through the Christ Child is “coming on up to the house” even possible!

It was actually a post this morning by CG Thelen of, The 140 Character Christian that literally drove me to the keyboard to share these thoughts.

Thank you, CG! I am grateful to God for other Christian bloggers who open the floodgates of God’s inspiration.

As Charles Dicken’s character Tiny Tim said, “God Bless us, every one.”

By davidsdailydose

I'm just a regular guy who was
tempted to lose all hope but did not. It was God who made the difference.

25 replies on “Come On Up To the House”

I was a barn rafter bale catcher too! Being a medium sized guy, I wasn’t much of a thrower—especially with the heavier bales.

I’m glad this brought back good memories for you. I didn’t always enjoy the farm labor I did as a youth, but I love looking back at it now. There are so many biblical applications!

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Oh I remember those days standing up on the pile. I would catch the bales thrown up to me and stack them to the barn ceiling. I remember too tables filled with simple food at the neighbors when we caught a break and the happiness and laughter. Just like a little peek at Heaven! Thanks for memories

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I think many Christians await the day that they are called home. I am one of them.

Separation from God is painful, it is the worst torment of hell. The day that we enter heaven and finally get to rest and be with God will be the pinnacle of our lives.

Christmas time reminds us of God’s love for us that He sent His only son so one day we could join Him in heaven.

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Yes, those were the days! I’m glad I don’t have to work like that now. I recall the alfalfa bales being so scratchy they could scrape holes through your jeans in one day. Hence the need for chaps.
I suppose there will be plenty to do in heaven—it’s not a resort, but the dwelling place of God and Hid redeemed.
Thank you for your comment. I tried to comment on one of your posts today, but it disappeared.

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I remember being crazy itchy and then cooling off in the pond. After that we pigged out on fabulous farm food. Boy those were the days.
Even in Heaven there will be work to do. The bonus is there will no pain afterwards.

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What a vivid picture you paint David: labouring for The Master until He calls us up to His House for suppertime. It reminds me of George Younce and his song “Suppertime.” Thank you for this blessing brother.

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I tried to comment but the post has “disappeared ”

Here’s my comment

Having spent many summers on my grandparents’ farm, I fully embrace your vision. Peace be with you today 💕

On Thu, Dec 24, 2020, 8:26 AM David’s Daily Dose wrote:

> davidsdailydose posted: ” Photo by Brandon Randolph on Pexels.com “Comfort > my people,” says our God. “Comfort Them!” Isaiah 40:1 I used to haul hay, > in my rural community, as a teenager. It was hard, hot work loading bale > after heavy bale onto a truck and then stacking it i” >

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Beautiful! A great picture of heaven. We’re so used to doing non-manual work today that it’s difficult to imagine how hard it must be to spend your waking hours doing physical work. But on the few times I’ve had to do it, I’ve been amazed at how weak I am, and how draining it is. So it’s easy to see how much a rest would mean in those circumstances! Have a wonderful Christmas!!!

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