Chorley Cakes in Wilts

In a shire, far, far away, I ventured into the local market. What strange and exotic foodstuffs might I there behold?

I was only in Wiltshire and the pretty market town of Devizes, but I was gratified to see good old Lancashire Chorley Cakes for sale on one of the stalls. And -wait for it- five pence cheaper than back home! The very cheek. Still, I was pleased to be reminded of the grim north in the south’s posh high streets.

When the Christian gets to heaven, there will be a remarkable difference between his former, earthly life on a cursed earth, and his spiritual, heavenly life in an unsullied heaven. Yet there are some things which shall be present in both, as though we shall be surrounded by some things which are strangely familiar. The company, for example. Although we may not be used to seeing glamorous angels be-strolling the golden streets in their fantastical, shimmering attire, we shall know fellow believers and saints from the past about whom we once read and pondered.

Primarily, however, we shall instantly recognise the One who saved us, sustained us and strengthened us by His Spirit. He shall not be so much a stranger, but an old Friend whom we have not seen. Until then, we make do with tokens, symbols and reminders of His affection and of the place to which we are heading. If a Chorley Cake reminded me of Lancashire while in Wiltshire, how much does a Bible reading, a sound hymn, a dose of Christian company or a feeling of His affection, not remind me of my final, heavenly destination?