The song, “I Love a Parade,” has been sung innumerable times, and always in the rolicking, noisy manner the song writer intended, for he expressed the sentiments of the world-wide love of a parade. I share those sentiments. To be among the mass of humanity; to all await the same event; to share in the rhythm of marching bands and units is, to me, a thrill.
I shall always remember the time when, as a child, I stood along a curb with thousands of others, awaiting the arrival of the President of the United States to our city. It seemed to me, then, that we waited for a long, long time – and I grew weary and would have been diverted to other things had it not been for the feeling of excitement that moved along the crowd like a rolling wave. In the distance we heard sirens, and knew any moment we would see him. Impatient on-lookers would lean forward and look far down the street, asking the questions, “When is he coming? We have waited so long.”
The siren sounds drew closer and closer, and we pressed forward for that one glimpse of a famous man. A block away we heard the cry, “there he is…” and a roar went up from the crowd. And finally the open black motor car was in front of me and I gazed in awe at the President of the United States.
My mind turns to another procession of onlookers; of those who wait and watch for the arrival of a Man. Down through the centuries, those who love His appearing have cried out: “He’s coming … keep watching for Him…” and they have peered heavenward with anxious eyes. With each generation the thrill of anticipation has grown, until today we can hear in the distance the siren, sounding the coming of the Lord. Events around us prove we are not watching in vain. He will come! We press forward… ever watching, ever looking for His appearing. Our hearts flutter with anticipation, as we hear our Master’s words, “When ye see these things begin to come to pass, look up, for your redemption draweth nigh.”
One of these days someone will be looking heavenward and sighing will ask, “When is He coming? We have waited so long…” Only to be answered by heaven itself: “Behold, the Bridegroom cometh…” The generation of those who have gone before will see Him first, as rightly they should, for they took their places first along the parade route. But I am so happy to know that “we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so shall we ever be with the Lord.”
“Comfort one another with these words.”
“I Love a Parade” by Rev. Gladys I. Johnson was first published in the Foursquare Magazine in January, 1959