One day we’re going to watch sunsets without the razor wire blocking our view. Without concrete security walls. Without fear and trauma and disease and pain. One day we’ll see

all His beauty. Clearly and without stain.

I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: “Look! Look! God has moved into the

neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people, he’s, their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.” The Enthroned continued, “Look! I’m making everything new. Write it all down—each word dependable and accurate.”

Revelation 21:4