"Shall We Gather at the River"

Revelation 22

I’ve had a love for rivers, lakes and oceans as long as I can remember. One of the things that I love to see is how bodies of water seem to give life to the places they touch. Fish and plants abound just under the surface. Streams and rivers nourish trees and lush growth all along their path...even when a stream flows through a dry, dusty ground, a patch of greenery is found on both sides. The ground is blessed because ~ where the water flows ~ life appears.

But there is another river – a river more awesome than any other I know. This river is different because it doesn’t depend on rain or melting snow to fill it. The water that this river carries is no ordinary water. The Scriptures call it the Water of Life and it flows from the throne of God and of the Lamb – Jesus Christ.

Revelation 22.1-2 "Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations."

I love God’s river. It brings life! Lush growth springs up along the path where God’s river flows. Life to our souls that were once dry, dusty and dead because of our sin. John 7:38 "He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water."

One day, God is planning a reunion at the river in Heaven. You and I will be gathered with the saints of all time. Those who have gone ahead – our loved ones – will be there, the Prophets and Apostles we've been reading about will be there. What a reunion – we will gather at the river in Heaven – the river that then will flow from the throne of God and the Lamb. "No longer will there be any curse. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and his servants will worship him. And they will see his face, and his name will be written on their foreheads.

Blessings to you,
Sharon