The school room is ready, the shelves are filled, the gluesticks are restocked. Ada already told me she's looking forward to the first day of school, just not the second day of school.
We love fresh and new. A new box of crayons. That thrill you get when you're the first one to carve into the jar of peanut butter. The first day of school.
Isn't this the craving Jesus addresses when He says "I am making all things new"? Many faces in heaven will be familiar, old, even ancient. The angels who sang creation's story will be there still. But somehow, all will be new. None of the drudgery of a monotonous March school day. No tired same ol' same ol'.
New, exciting, surprising--of which the first day of school is the merest, tiniest shadow.
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