What Is Your "Someday"?

“Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Matthew 6:10

Someday, she will be able to eat cheese.

I was listening to a sermon on “The Ascension” from the Village Church, and the pastor was talking about how his daughter is allergic to a number of foods, including dairy. He brought home cheese fries and when she asked for them he said, “You’re allergic to dairy. If you eat these, you will be sick.” She responded with, “Someday I can have them, right?” 

Instead of flat-out denying herself the cheese fries, this wise girl pushed her hopes forward and said, “someday” to the things she can eventually enjoy. Someday, she will feast with the Lord in heaven, and she will be lacking nothing, not even the wanting (and totally legitimate) desire for cheese fries. Her joy will be full, and she will be complete, someday.

Catching A Glimpse of "Someday" 

Someday, there will be no more sniffling from seasonal allergies, no more itching from mosquitoes, no more frizzy hair from humidity.

Someday, I will cross the finish line into Jesus’ arms, surrounded by the saints of old filling the stands, handing me water and bagels while we all head in to the city for an eternal after-party.

That’s my someday. 

The other day, I got a glimpse of that “someday."

Sunday, I witnessed a baby getting baptized. She was dressed in a regal white gown, and when the pastor asked the parents if they are committed to raise the child in the faith, the baby said, “Idooo!” Everyone thought it was adorable and laughed together.  The pastor sprinkled water on her head three times, then he held her and walked down the center aisle to the congregation singing “Jesus Loves Me.” Everyone turned toward that precious baby being welcomed into the church.

I couldn’t help but notice that “someday” is today. In that Sunday moment, I caught a glimpse of heaven: the Father adopting children into the family. I saw Jesus holding a young believer, surrounded by the communion of saints giving praise

Like a lake being stilled enough to reflect the heavens above, the ticking clock slowed enough to open up the realm to the eternal bliss that is the Father and His children together in harmony. 

“Someday” Is Today

“Someday” is not separated by time and space. The kingdom of heaven is today: "The kingdom of God is not coming with signs to be observed; nor will they say, 'Look, here it is!' or, 'There it is!' For behold, the kingdom of God is in your midst" (Luke 17:20-21). When Jesus ascended to the throne after resurrecting from the dead, all power on heaven and earth was given to Him (Matthew 28:18). He sits on the throne reigning in heaven over all the earth. Heaven is here, yet the earth is not yet full of His glory. Someday, it will be.

What Do We Do Until Then? 

Press into your heavenly desires.

Look for the flashes of heaven here on earth.

Hold those memories in your heart like hope.

Do the good work of believing and pointing others to the God of “someday.” The disciples wanted to know how to get to this place of heaven; they wanted to follow Jesus there. He responded with: “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him” (John 14:6-7). Jesus is the door to the kingdom of heaven, He is the window to the Father. He is here in our midst.

It is not for us to know when that “someday” of full completion and perfection will be (Acts 1:7). It is for us to tell others about Jesus through His own Spirit: "But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth” (Acts 1:8). 

We believe, we wait, we work, we hope. 

"Someday" is here. "Someday" is coming. 

Reflect and Respond

  1. What is your “someday”? 
  2. Do you believe you will go up to heaven or that heaven will come down to earth? How does heaven coming to earth change your view of your present situation?

Kasey Shuler