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| Painting by Jenedy Paige |
I
just finished listening to a talk by Neil Andersen entitled We Talk of
Christ. It couldn't have been more perfect on this beautiful Christmas
Eve.
I love when Elder Andersen said, "Nothing lifts my desire to speak of Christ more than visualizing His return. While we do not know when He will come, the events of His return will be breathtaking! He will come in the clouds of heaven in majesty and glory with all His holy angels. Not just a few angels but all His holy angels. These are not the cherry-cheeked cherubim painted by Raphael, found on our Valentine cards. These are the angels of the centuries, the angels sent to shut the mouths of lions, to open prison doors, to announce His long-awaited birth, to comfort Him in Gethsemane, to assure His disciples at His Ascension, and to open the glorious Restoration of the gospel.
Can you imagine being caught up to meet Him, whether on this side or the other side of the veil? That is His promise to the righteous. This amazing experience will mark our souls forever."
And as I heard those words, my Father in Heaven allowed me, for just a few seconds, to experience the joy of that moment. How incredible and glorious and beautiful it will be. I truly can't comprehend it. But just for a moment, I felt it.
Tomorrow we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer. His life changed mine. His Atonement made all I have and all I go through possible and hopeful and good and right--at least in the end. His death and resurrection meant my death isn't all there is, the final word.
He will come again. I promise you it is true. And I'm thankful to the deepest part of my heart for this knowledge. Because to paraphrase the words of one of my favorite Christmas hymns, indeed, "the hopes and fears of all the years [including a difficult and soul stretching 2020] are met in [Him] tonight."
And every night.




































