Enamored of her am I, for she is and yet she is not, just yet. The farmer sleeps soundly while the seed procures its growth and though none the wiser is he, as is I, I love her silent-becoming anyway just as equally as I await the revelation in her of the full impression of Christ’s glorious reign. She is as she is now known-One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic. But at Christ’s Triumphant return she from His hands will receive the transfiguring Light of the Kingdom and henceforth evermore shall be the tiny rock that destroyed King Nebuchadnezzar’s statue of dreamy proportions. “Then Christ will hand over the Kingdom to the Father and on that day God will be All in all.” Of His Kingdom there will be no end.
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