Uncloudy Day
Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies;
Oh, they tell me of a home so far away;
Yes, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise;
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day!
Am I a Pollyanna, oblivious to the earthquakes, fires, storms, disease and conflicts of every ilk spawning gloomy clouds above much of this old world? Am I hiding my head in the sand when I welcome folks to a worship service with: “It’s a beautiful day in the Lowcountry?” I think not! Jesus was neither an optimist nor a pessimist; He was a realist with double vision: He saw things as they were and as they could be . . . and by God’s grace I endeavor to do the same. I know that dark and dreary days are a reality on our earthly pilgrimage; but I know, too, that we’re only passing through these environs on our way to “a home far beyond the skies” . . . a home lovingly prepared for us in which sorrow and death are no more and the Light of the World always shines: it is the Land of the Uncloudy Day.
The evangelist Vance Havner was on point when he said: “We [Christians] are not always on the bright side, but we are on the right side; and the right side will be the bright side ultimately, but not always immediately.” The skies above Calvary were clothed in dark clouds when Jesus died; but three days later the Son came up for all of us . . . open your eyes of faith, dear ones: “It’s a beautiful day in the Lowcountry!”
