My Uncle Marvin used to take us to the lake to water ski, fish, and swim. It seemed to take forever to get to there, and my cousin Ed and I would sit in the backseat, noses touching the window, watching for the first glimpse of the lake. When we’d see it, we’d shout, “There it is!” I compare the joy of seeing Jesus return to that first glimpse of the lake.
… looking for the blessed hope and appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ; Titus 2:13