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LAIR OF THE PENMAN: ROBES
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

ROBES

A few years ago after I had my live threatening bout with pneumonia and had to change my life, cold stopped being my friend. When I was overweight, I loved the cold.

It was my friend. I seldom had need of a jacket, didn't even like wearing long sleeve shirts. They all felt too confining.

But once the pounds were gone, I found myself having to wear such warm clothes in winter. Actually enjoyed it.

I do admit that when I got a robe to wear for winter nights it was a new experience. However, one that I did enjoy.

And for a while it was a great blessing. Even added some slippers. Ah, the times of sitting to stay warm, heater on and drinking hot tea.

Felt so strange after years of sweating. Eventually the novelty wore off. I just didn't the same need or joy in wearing the robe.

And finally it just ended up in the closet and I just went back to wearing sweats in the winters. Just seem more appropriate.

It wasn't that I hated the robe, just never quite got adjusted to it. Still had to adjust to winters, but did so on a level that I preferred.

In the scriptures we are told about how in heaven the redeem will be dressed in robes. They will be washed white by the blood of the Lamb.

It is a metaphor about how the blood of Christ covers us with forgiveness. However the aspect of the robe has so many more meanings.

For it is the covering that adorns us in God's righteousness. And also the fabric of His love.

It will be perfect and be the replacement, a soul's weave, that is not blemished by sin. A robe that is also our essence, part of who we are.

This is a garment of eternity that will give us immortal sight and senses. It is of course a form of enlightenment.

A way to empower us to see and know all there can be known in the Lord's presence. In contrast, the condemn are covered in judgment fire.

It doesn't do anything, but consume. Whatever gold might have been part of life is vaporized.

Meaning an eternity in darkness and all levels. No creativity, nothing but agony. Which is the worse kind of hell in so many ways.

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