Old Testament saints longed to see it. Jesus’ disciples and his contemporaries longed to comprehend it. We are called to remember it. Not just the starry night and the storied manger, not just the miracles and signs and wonders, not just the cruelty and mockery of Holy Week, not just the betrayal and the mock trial and the beating and the cross, but the once-for-all defeat of sin and death, Satan’s rout, our incredible, first inhale of freedom. As the resurrected Jesus’ redeemed ones, his becoming-spotless Bride, his Church, his Kingdom Ambassadors, we are but ordinary clay pots, but clay pots who are brimming with anointings, with giftings, with divine endowments, with worth. We, finite mortals all, now ooze holiness, being too frail to contain it within our as-yet uncompleted frame. Jesus’ perfume has become ours. His mark is upon us. His glory is our treasure. His kingdom realm has become our true and forever home. And so, we look ahead to see Him that we might more clearly see Him today.