When it comes to a reunion with a loved one, I’m like a child. Not only do I prepare for the visit – cleaning, making beds, preparing meals – something about the moment of greeting brings joy to my heart. I get excited.
When my family drives in for a visit, I go to the window or the door constantly looking for them. I am seldom in the house when they arrive. I am usually waiting for them on the back porch. By the time they turn off the ignition in the car, I am by their side.
My husband and I work together, travel together and play together. When he does go out by himself, I find myself listening for the car to come down the driveway or for the door of our house to open. I am often upstairs, but head downstairs to greet him at the door. I want him to know I missed him.
If I am meeting family or friends at the airport, I look through the crowd until I see their faces. It is not hard for me to recognize them. I know them. They are part of my family, either my immediate family or my spiritual family.
The same is true when a loved one leaves. I watch them until I can’t see them any longer. I often feel like a part of me is leaving with them.
I can identify with the apostles who stood gazing into heaven as Jesus was taken up. They couldn’t take their eyes off of the clouds just in case they could catch one more glimpse of Him.
The sense of joyful anticipation I feel when greeting loved ones, I believe, is a small preview to what it will be like for me to see Jesus face to face. I want to be ready to greet Him. I cannot wait to see Him. I know I will recognize Him because I know Him and He knows me.
As eager as I am to see Him, I believe He is also looking for me much like I watch for the arrival of my loved ones. I get excited just thinking about it.
But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is (1 John 3:2b).