The final glimpse stays with us, doesn’t it?
Whether it is the sight of our Kindergartener boarding the school bus for the first time, a departing friend waving goodbye, or the final moments of a death-bed conversation, the final glimpse of a loved one can embed itself into our psyche. When a final glimpse is peaceful or positive its memory can soothe our broken heart, but when it is harsh or disjointed it can traumatize our soul.
I know people who have been haunted for years by regretful conversations and bitter last words. Indeed, our final encounters will often cement the memories that preceded them, either memorializing the good or destroying it.
Have you ever thought about Jesus’ final pose?
In Luke 24:50-51 it says: “When He had led them out of the vicinity of Bethany, He lifted up His hands and blessed them. While He was blessing them, He left them and was taken up into heaven.”
Isn’t that beautiful? “While He was blessing them, He left them.” The final glimpse of Jesus on earth before He returned to His Father in heaven was a glimpse of blessing. His hands were extended, His face was bright with love, and His blessing washed over His worshippers.
Regardless of the other “final glimpses” you carry, I hope this picture of Jesus stays fixed in your soul. It is not a picture of exasperation, frustration, or disappointment. It is a glimpse of confidence and everlasting love.