Holes in the Sky

wpid-img_385312276033566.jpeg Not theologically sound, but a very real experience in the human drama of life and death!  Perhaps we all have had a Charlie Brown moment. Is it not a self- comforting action when we say “I know he or she is watching over me”? Some think of them as angels, assigned to look after them. Have you heard any of the countless stories of inexplicable occurrences that seem as If they are messages from loved ones? Consider http://blog.godreports.com/2012/06/when-god-sends-signs-in-the-natural-world-after-the-death-of-a-loved-one/  an account written by Mark Ellis about his friend. Bereavement is not conducive to preaching or platitudes. It is that time after the sudden blast of the storm when one rides out the menacing turbulence with courage and whatever is at hand. Should one find comfort in seeing their lost one twinkling at them in the skies, we listen.  We who know Christ are not without hope. We know where our lost ones have gone. Yet, being human, we somehow need something to hold onto that keeps that sense of connectedness.  Keepsakes, photos, letters, memories.  These are symbols of the connection we had. And now we can no longer speak to, embrace, laugh or cry with. Our finite humanness urges us to find something  that now connects us between heaven and earth. We seek to fill the hole in our heart, the absence in our life. And sometimes we peek through holes in the sky.


 

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Amie

wpid-amie-and-joey.jpg.jpegAmie July 13th, Sunday, Amie went to heaven. Bekah called crying to say that Amie flipped her car and she didn’t make it. “What! Wait What?” Jim bolted up from the bed faster than he ever moves. “She didn’t make it. She is in the morgue Dad!” Bekah cried out, emotion charging her voice and dragging it into sobs. They cried in tandem, agreeing to hang up. My dear man wailed, calling out for Amie, as his heart was tearing apart from the depths of his soul like angry waves crashing violently upon rock. Time sped away, vacuumed into the silence of eternity where only the moment exists. It feels as if this moment is all there ever was or ever will be. In such moments one’s entire being, every cell, desperately seeks reason. It screams for reason. But the soul already tested by the One who is eternity, hesitates. That soul has developed an alarm control that wraps itself around the human torment, gently whispering, infusing the moment with hope. It does not leave one suspended in that terrifying place alone. The wails became sobs. Sobs became punctuated with expressions of trust. ” He will yet again deliver and exalt them. They are truly blessed, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33 : 27