Rod Rosenblatt on some surprises waiting for us at the eschaton:

As C.S. Lewis put it, there are going to be a lot of surprises at the eschaton.

There are going to be people there that we just don’t imagine will be there.
There are going to be believers in Jesus who never darkened the door of a church.
There are going to be scads of Roman Catholics, people who never listened really to the theology preached by their priests, but just believed in the sufficiency of Jesus’ blood—no matter what their priest was preaching.
There are going to be call girls, there are going to be drug dealers, maybe even a couple of lawyers!
People who just believed in Jesus and His blood shed for them, for their sin.
Surprises, lots of surprises.
It bugs me to say it, but there might even be a couple of I.R.S. employees, maybe a congressman or congresswoman. (Everyone has some class of people they really don’t want to die as believers in Jesus! Those are mine!)
To put it closer to home, there might even be a theologian or two who believed in Jesus.
There might even be a despicable leftist socialist college professor or two! Academics who daily sold out the wonderful American constitution and filled their students’ heads with statist drivel and mush.
Cowards, scum, “bottom-of-the-barrel”, reprehensibles, jerks, deadbeat dads, murderers, all sorts of rabble. And they died believing in Jesus and His blood as their only hope.

Any one day that you live, my brother, there is enough mercy packed away into it to make you sing not only through that day but through the rest of your life. I have thought sometimes when I have received great mercies of God that I almost wanted to pull up, and to “rest and be thankful,” and say to him, “My blessed Lord, do not send me anything more for a little while. I really must take stock of these. Come, my good secretaries, take down notes, and keep a register of all his mercies.” Let us gratefully respond for the manifold gifts we have received, and send back our heartiest praise to God who is the giver of every good thing. But, dear me! before I could put the basketfuls away on the shelf there came wagons loaded with more mercy. What was one to do then, but to sit on the top of the pile and sing for joy of heart? Then let us lift each parcel and look at each label, and lay them up in the house and say, “Is it not full of mercy?”

Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-92)

Have a great Thanksgiving everybody. I’ll see you on Friday. Monk…....out…........................