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The return of Jesus, our Creator, Savior, and Judge, is a slow train coming. I know it’s not a long time for the One who knows no time, as Peter wrote, “But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance” (2 Peter 3:8–9),1 but it seems like a very long time for us. That is our problem, not His.

We don’t know the Father’s timetable, but one thing is certain. Jesus will return. He promised He would.

And He keeps His promises.

“In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also” (John 14:2–3).

“Do not marvel at this, for an hour is coming when all who are in the tombs will hear his voice and come out, those who have done good to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil to the resurrection of judgment” (John 5:28–29).

His promise was reasserted by angels. “And while they were gazing into heaven as he went, behold, two men stood by them in white robes, and said, ‘Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into heaven? This Jesus, who was taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven’” (Acts 1:10–11).

What more do we need?

When Jesus says something is going to happen, it is going to happen.

“One day he got into a boat with his disciples, and he said to them, ‘Let us go across to the other side of the lake.’ So they set out, and as they sailed, he fell asleep. And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water and were in danger. And they went and woke him, saying, ‘Master, Master, we are perishing!’ And he awoke and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, and they ceased, and there was a calm. He said to them, ‘Where is your faith?’” (Luke 8:22–25a).

When Jesus says we are going to the other side of the lake, we are going to the other side of the lake. Period. Full stop. Why did He ask the disciples where their faith was? He told them their destination. Did they think the tempest would hinder Him, that the wind and waves were stronger than the word of the God who created the water and the wind?

His word is as unyielding as—well, to what shall we compare it? The Rockies? The Himalayas? However, both these immense mountain ranges will one day be no more; nevertheless, they are among the most immovable potencies we can conceive. We must try to get it into our heads that His word is immensely more formidable than we understand. I wonder if that’s because among humans, talk is cheap. We can easily utter words about actions which will never happen, or if they do occur, are of little consequence, particularly over time. However, Jesus doesn’t say things He does not mean or will not transpire, just throwing out words which don’t have massive power or eternal significance. His words are spoken by the one who created the universe and upholds it. “He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power” (Hebrews 1:3a).

So, Jesus’ return may be a slow train coming, but it is coming; and nothing we can do will stop it. Nothing. What disquiets me is I know that a whole slew of bad things will precede His coming. Yes, we can and should rejoice in the old saying, “We’ve read the end of the Book of Revelation. We win in the end,” but I’m finding it difficult to sluff off the impending, it-is-going-to-happen reality of the end of days.

But I’m working on it, believe me. 

1All Scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. (2016). Wheaton, IL: Crossway Bibles.

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