The highways and the byways.
Posted by appolus on December 27, 2020
To be in one world and suddenly in another. To be a pauper, and suddenly to be raised up and out of the gutter. To be taken into the first estate and to marvel at it all. To see the ones who’ve fallen and marvel at their fall. From the highways and the byways the beggars they all came, the blind and the broken, the rejected and the lame. The poor and the afflicted, all were welcomed in, delivered and set free from every kind of sin. And they came rejoicing.
In my wildest imagination I could never have imagined being here. A place of unparalleled beauty, a place where there’s no fear. To come from the lowest reaches and find yourself among the highest mountain peaks, to sit at the feet of Jesus and know that our Creator speaks, is to travel from life to death. Who will come? Wont you come? There is room at the cross for you. And in my Fathers house there are many mansions and one awaits for you, tis true. If it were not I would have told you so. There’s an invitation sent to the highways and the byways to see the God of glory, the universe displays. In all His finest majesty and magnificence He still reigns yet walks beside the pilgrim saint His presence there remains.
A Call To The Remnant 
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