Tomorrow's reading (we read it early because we don't have time on Sunday mornings) is from his Miracles, chapter 16. It includes this:
These small perishable bodies we now have were given to us as ponies are given to schoolboys. We must learn to manage: not that we may some day be free of horses altogether but that some day we may ride bareback, confident and rejoicing, those greater mounts, those winged, shining and world-shaking horses which perhaps even now expect us with impatience, pawing and snorting in the King's stables. Not that the gallop would be of any value unless it were a gallop with the King; but how else - since He has retained His own charger - should we accompany Him?How else, indeed.
My son, Anthony, wrote a song called Ride With You after the death of a friend. St Clive's "winged, shining and world-shaking horses" remind me of it. This is the chorus:
I wanna ride with You(Complete lyrics. Listen to the song. )
On Your white horse with Your sword in hand
With Blazing eyes of fire
Lord, Son of Man, and Son of God
I wanna ride with You, Lord
My name is Gene and I'm a triumphalist. Jesus is my King. Giddyup!