Last week my husband and I went away for a few days. On the day of our arrival at our beautiful B&B just outside Paris…Paris, Ontario that is, we could only stagger out to dinner in the late evening then hurry back to our air-conditioned room.
The next day— same story, but perhaps not quite; we went to Braeside Pentecostal Camp to have dinner in the cafeteria. I hoped to see people I knew, since that is where I went with my children when we were all much younger!
Allan and I stayed for the evening service and sat in a pew in the great tabernacle right under one of the huge whirring fans. A dear lady recognized us and we exchanged pleasantries. We couldn’t stay until the end, just too hot in spite of the fans so we quietly made our exit.
As we were leaving a young man came bounding across the green, “You’re not leaving without saying , hello are you?’ It was the children’s pastor from my previous church. We exchanged hugs and reminisced.
On Sunday we attended the morning service. The weather was tolerable and we were able to concentrate on the sermon.
After the service we hesitated to go to the cafeteria for lunch, since we had been fed a substantial breakfast at our B&B. But the turkey dinner, with all the trimmings, plus a choice of salads and a huge variety of desserts won out. I’m so glad it did, for even before we left the tabernacle we were exchanging hugs with some of our brothers and sisters who we knew from days gone by.
Then more of the same in the cafeteria. How good it was to share and remember, to see faces beaming with the love of God. Surely it was a foretaste of heaven. Can you imagine when we all meet on that beautiful shore? What a glorious day that will be.