No More 'No Mores"

Some folks call them covered dish luncheons. Others call them potlucks. It doesn’t matter what you call them, we’ve all been there and partook. Some folks are good cooks, others less so (I’ve seen at least a dozen ways to ruin okra. Picking it is right up near the top of the list). But we learn whose dishes to keep an eye on, and which to watch out for. As we work our way up the table, we keep hoping there’s something left in that one dish. Have you ever reached that spot only to find that there’s…NO MORE!?

Have you ever stood in line for tickets to a fabulous concert or program, only to reach the ticket window to find out there’s…NO MORE!?

Have you ever gone to a concert, or fireworks display that you wish would last forever, and suddenly, there’s…NO MORE!?

Why do wonderful things always seem to be in short supply? Good food, fellowship, enjoyable times – there’s either not enough, or that which there is doesn’t last long enough. Well, I’ve got good news. There is a time and place up ahead that I will refer to as the land of “No more No Mores”. That which is good for us, that which is needful, will be in abundance. Talk about music concerts. Talk about glorious displays in the sky. Talk about potlucks. Man, the Lord’s going to lay out a spread that you and I can’t begin to imagine. No more no mores.

In Revelation 21 and 22, John mentions some other “No Mores”. Perhaps you’ve read of some of them: no more pain, no more sorrow, no more tears, no more death, no more night, no more sickness, no more sin, no more abominations, no more curse.

Is it too far a fetch of the imagination to think that maybe, in that wonderful place called heaven, after the passage of some time, we will no longer remember the trials we’ve been through, the rough spots Satan has dragged us through? I like to think that even with what we’ve experienced on this earth, there’ll come a time when there’ll be no more “no mores.” We’ll remember what going against God’s will has caused – there’ll still be nail prints in those hands – but we won’t be able to recall the specifics of sin. Just maybe, the no mores will be, No More.

This old world is growing weary; it’s a tiresome place to live. It holds no fascination for me, No More, No More. Heaven’s looking better and better every day.

Have a great summer!

DR. G