Walton is the last bus stop on Michigan Avenue before Lake Shore Drive. When the 147 stops at Walton, every northbound Chicagoan is already packed on that bus. And all twenty people waiting at Walton intend to get on board. When the door opens, the frenzy begins.
But if you read the “Arrivals” sign on the bus shelter, you’ll see the next bus is due in one minute. It will be half empty and its riders relaxed.
To see what’s coming next is to live an entirely different life.
We who read Scripture see what’s coming next. We know there’s more than meets the eye. That Jesus is not merely an idealistic sage who ran afoul of the Romans. That when He appears, we will see Him just as He is (Matthew 17:2; 1 John 3:2). We know that the Apostle Paul was caught up into Paradise and heard inexpressible words, which a man is not permitted to speak (2 Corinthians 12:4), and what he witnessed there informed his writings. We know that the angels and the elders and the four living creatures and the multitudes are at this very moment surrounding the throne of God and worshiping Him (Revelation 7:11; 19:4-6). We know this life is about doing good, being generous, and blessing others because our real lives are yet to come, with Him, for eternity (1 Timothy 6:17-19).
Scripture is a stadium full of friends who are pointing at the second bus. And we’re at the bus stop, doing our best to help people get on board.