These days, we need something worth rejoicing in that won’t come down with COVID or lose an election or go out of style.
We need something chiseled in stone that, when the world starts dissolving, we can stand on and say, “This will never die or lose or fade!”
I’ve always pictured the Lamb’s book of life like one of the journals on my shelf— paper glued to cardboard and penciled over with words. But Jesus has written my name inside a book made of stouter stuff than that. It’s more like stone than paper, because the names he’s inscribed can’t be rubbed away or blotted out.
Before he chiseled the foundation of the universe, Jesus chiseled my name into this book.
And all who dwell on earth will worship [the beast], everyone whose name has not been written before the foundation of the world in the book of life of the Lamb who was slain (Rev. 13:8).
If you’ve been redeemed by Jesus’ blood, your name is there too. And it hasn’t just been there since the beginning; it’s going to stay there until the end.
The one who conquers will be clothed thus in white garments, and I will never blot his name out of the book of life (Rev. 3:5).
How do we conquer?
Through Christ who loved us (Rom. 8:37), and who will confess our names “before the Father” (Rev. 3:5).
That’s something as solid as stone because it’s chiseled by Jesus’ hand, not ours.
And that’s worth rejoicing in today.
…But rejoice that your names are written in heaven (Luke 10:20).