Revelation 21:5 “Behold I am making all things new.”
I stood at the rear sliding glass door of my house and gazed longingly at my rain-soaked backyard garden. It had been raining cats and dogs for days, and it was looking like this day would be no different. Annuals were desperate for planting, weeds demanded pulling, and tall perennials were crying out for staking, but it was too wet to do any of that today. A frustrated sigh escaped my lips, and I quietly murmured, “I guess it will just have to wait.”
I then turned my attention to the cherub wrapped in his wings and perched on a bench at the end of my garden. He sat alone and looked like a child praying with head bowed. He was surrounded by an array of flowers that complimented his light gray cement color. My husband bought him for my birthday a couple of summers ago to replace the garden angel TJ destroyed with his paintballs. I enjoyed gazing at this new cherub amidst all of the colorful garden splendor. He was way better made and much better quality than the angel he replaced.
Several years ago, my then 15-year-old son TJ decided it would be funny to shoot up my backyard with paintballs. I arrived home from work one day and was surprised to find my tree trunks pink, my shed orange, and my garden angel yellow with a hole in her right shoulder and feathers from her delicate wings broken or missing. I didn’t find his shenanigans to be as funny as he thought they were, but I have to admit that underneath my outward irritation was a smile I was trying to disguise. Even though he accidentally broke my garden angel I was quite fond of, I did secretly enjoy the delight in his eyes and the way his shoulders bounced up and down in rhythm with the chuckle he couldn’t hold in from being able to pull off a mischievousness that irritated his mother.
The broken, pockmarked angel sat in my garden for a couple of years. Despite my affection for her, I planned on replacing her but had never gotten around to it because in my fondness for her, I had almost convinced myself that from a distance you could hardly tell she was broken.
And then TJ suffered his brain injury.
“How could I replace her now?” I thought. Her presence in the garden was tied to a memory of TJ in his healthy days. Throwing away her broken figure would somehow feel the same as throwing away good memories of when he was young and full of life. It would feel as if he was being erased. She then sat broken in my backyard for several more years.
But after time I began to realize that the good memories she conjured up also brought along painful memories and reminded me of how things once had been and that they would never be that way again. For many years these two polar opposite feelings twisted and turned inside of me like oil and water. They occupied the same space but were distinctly separate and never became one. Until one day when I came to the firm decision that it was time to throw her away. Her brokenness was too painful for me to endure anymore, and it was time to replace her with something new. I then asked my husband for a new garden statue.
Looking at my new cherub that rainy morning reminded me of the painful fact that everything in this world, even things we take great care of, break and need replaced. Everything eventually loses its shiny newness, wears out, and gets old. Buildings become old and get restored; bosses want fresh ideas and substitute workers; teams want winning seasons and exchange athletes; and garden angels get shot up by paintballs and need replaced. We long for a place where things will always remain new, life won’t get boring, bodies won’t grow weak and old, and favorite statues remain in our gardens.
In Revelation 21:5 God announced directly from his throne, “Behold I am making all things new.” God is in the act right now of making all things new, and He promises His people when He finishes His work, not only will all things have been made new, but they will STAY new. They will never break, wear out, or need replaced. We will have new, strong bodies that will never grow old, new discoveries everyday to interest ourselves, and an eternity to spend with our loved ones.
So that begs me to ask the question, dear one…..will YOU be made new? Will you experience the newness that heaven offers? Only those who choose to put their faith in Christ will encounter the newness that is reserved only for heaven.
Answer His call and accept Christ as your Savior today and look forward to an eternity of all things made new.