Promises

Some of the promises of God are beyond my human comprehension. Of course, at the ripe old age of 71, I have had many of His promises proven to me through my experiences, through my walking daily with Him. Many of those promises He has proven to me over and over again. Oh me, of little faith! I have found Him faithful--always. And patient. The ways He has transformed me so that I don't even recognize myself at times is amazing. Unbelievable. Such a Potter!
One promise beyond my understanding--I'm sure I've mentioned it before--is His promise to transform me for eternity into someone who will not even want to--be capable of--sinning. How can that be? knowing myself the way I do--impossible. Yet, I know that He is the omnipotent God who created the universe just by speaking it into existence. I know that He has destroyed the power of sin and death over His redeemed ones. I know that He can save sinners to the uttermost. And I know that He has promised it will be so--sworn on His character as God--the God who cannot lie--that it will be so. He will make me immortal and incorruptible, joint heir with His Son--my Savior. I can't "see" it happening, but I believe it. His omnipotence is unquestionable. I have found His faithfulness unconditional. I have found His Word always trustworthy.
I also struggle with His promise to wipe away all my tears--and even more incomprehensible--the sorrow beneath them. As an example, as it stands today--in my earthy vision--many of the people I have loved in my past, and many of the people I love now, love the most deeply and profoundly, appear to be headed to a Christ-less eternity. How can He wipe away that sorrow? An eternity without them--I can't imagine. But then, I remember Him--the man of sorrows--standing on a hill overlooking Jerusalem weeping for those He had sought over and over and over again to come and rest under His wings of love. And they had refused. They would within hours shout for Him to be crucified knowing He was innocent. They would walk by the foot of His cross and mock Him. Yet, He, in a sorrow deeper than mine could ever be--who has a heart of love like God's heart?--wept for them--and prayed for them that they would find forgiveness for what they had done. And I will never know the sorrow He felt on the cross: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" There is no sorrow to compare with that broken heart. And, so, though I do not understand, I know His heart, His love, His tears--and I believe that my broken-hearted Savior of eternal love will do all things well--wipe away my tears and sorrows with His eternal presence.
I do not understand. I cannot comprehend. But Him I know. Him I love above all others. Him I trust in all things. So, by His grace, I will today and every tomorrow that He gives me, and in the eternity to come be found--again only by His grace--"standing on the promises of Christ my King." The promises of the Omnipotent King of Eternal Love.