When I close my eyes or stare out the window on this snowy day, I see them. Orange jumpsuits kneeling on the shore. Black-masked men standing behind them. I see beautiful faces of sons, brothers, fathers, husbands, boyfriends, uncles, cousins, nephews. And, each one reflects that one word Holy Spirit whispered to me many years ago…
I don’t like the word. Endure. Hang on. Persevere. Stand strong. Be brave. Have courage. Do it afraid. I’m a walking thesaurus for the word – because it’s been in me far too long. It wasn’t a “oneword” for a year – it was a nagging, piercing word Spirit shout-whispered in my little ‘s’ spirit.
The endurance of the saints.
That’s you, if you are a Christ follower. Blood-bought. Spirit-filled. Jesus lover. Yes, He calls us saints.
…of whom the world was not worthy…
The 21 saints.
One moment on knees.
The very next moment before the throne.
You can bet Jesus was standing for them the way He stood for Stephen.
Their white robes waiting.
Their faces fixed on Him.
Well done, my good, faithful, and enduring servants.