“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.
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.”
Davids Daily Dose 
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25 responses to “Come On Up To the House”
Me too, Pete. There was also a bit more of a breeze on top of the truck, and yes, a better view.
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Yes and for that same reason I was the guy on top of the truck in the field and I loved the view of the fields from there as we rode back to the barn.
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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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Amen. Thank you for your thoughts, Matcha (Amanda).
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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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Most definitely! I’m thankful I was able to preach this Sunday in both of our morning services. I haven’t preached a Christmas message in 8 years.
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Thank you, Maria.
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Often, if we are mindful we can see God coming up to our house often when we recognize divinity grace within another for God put a piece into each of us😉 Beautiful post to share on Christmas Eve🎆
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Merry Christmas to you as well, Matthew! It is at this time of year, and Easter, that I miss being a pastor the most. I’m sure you can relate.
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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 happened that first Christmas indeed made it possible to “come on up to the house”…whosoever will. Merry Christmas, David!
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Thanks, Alan. I first became familiar with George Younce when he sang bass for the Cathedrals quartet. It was the late 1980’s when I first discovered them.
Thank you for your comment.
God Bless.
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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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Yes, I believe it is just like Jesus—now that you mention it! Thank you for your input.
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What a refreshing post about getting refreshed! Isn’t that just like Jesus?
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Thank you, Vivian. Merry Christmas to you as well.
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Thank you. Growing up in a small farming town meant that most work was the hard physical type.
I appreciate your thoughts. Blessings.
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Merry Christmas to you!🌲🤗
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Thanks, Betty. Merry Christmas to you too!
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Thank you. I switched between my devices and unknowingly messed something up. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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I tried to comment but the post has “disappeared ”
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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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Not off point at all, David! Merry Christmas!
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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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