Two Gardens

Several years ago I recited a poem to Susan that I knew she would like.  I knew why she would like it.  The poem is by Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree.  I recited it again in my Eulogy at Susan’s funeral mass.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live in the bee-loud glade.*

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

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Well it wasn’t the Lake Isle of Innisfree, but it was a small cabin.  On the north shore of Lake Oneida in Central New York State.  It was the family camp.  Susan’s family would spend entire summers there.  Card and board games.  Tea kettles and cups.  Sunbathing.  Laughter.  Fishing.  Food.  Family.  I knew this poem would bring those memories flooding back.  That’s why she would like it so much.

We visited the camp on every trip to see the family.  Susan loved it there.  I said to her once; 

“You know why you love coming here so much, aside from the obvious reasons, why you long to see this place when you are away?   There is a deep primal need in all of us to get back to the garden.  To get back to a place of peace.  A place of recreative silence. Joy.  The unencumbered embrace of family.  But most of all, so that we might, at the time of the evening breeze, in the cool of the day, walk with our God.1 Genesis 3:8 (NRSV): They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze.

“That’s what we want.  That’s really what we want.

“You believe in that garden don’t you sweetheart?”  “Yes,” she said, “I believe.”

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We thought and studied about other gardens too.  Gardens of the past, present, and future, for all who believe.

One garden in particular, in the distant future, spoke to us like never before.  

You can read about it in the last book of the book of books we call the Bible.  John wrote it as an exiled prisoner of the Roman Empire on the Isle of Patmos (about 35 miles off the coast of south-western Turkey).  We know it as the book of Revelation.  Otherwise known as “The Apocalypse of John.” Apocalypse comes from a Greek word meaning to uncover, unveil, reveal.  Thus “Revelation.”  It’s a book about Last Things.  And things in between too.  Fittingly, the final two chapters reveal the destiny of the people of God.  Two chapters that give meaning to all that has gone before.  Both in the book of Revelation and all of Scripture.

The problem is that most readers rarely make it to the final chapters.  It’s heavy slogging.  A prophet tries to make sense of a series of heavenly visions about a Kingdom embroiled in a cosmic war.  And it ain’t easy.  For him to write down.  Or for us to read.  There are few things like it in all of Scripture.  Daniel and Ezekiel in the Old Testament, Isaiah and Zechariah too, foreshadow the content.  But towering above them all, after having borrowed from them all, stands “The Apocalypse of John.”  A world-wind of mixed and unmixed metaphors.  Fantastical language concealing as much as revealing.  Early on we get images of four creatures resembling a noble lion, a strong ox, a wise man and a swift eagle, each with six wings and full of eyes in front and behind expressing their ceaseless vigilance before the throne of God.  And that’s just for starters.  John bears witness to a bewildering array of symbols crashing into each other.  White horse, red horse, black horse, pale horse, each in their order bearing the riders of Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.  You’ll find frequent earthquakes, hail storms, flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.  A scroll with seven seals of judgement to break open.  One by one.  Like a mounting storm at sea.  Crest after crest moving us ever closer to a great reckoning, the final consummation.  Trumpets blaring.  Bowls of wrath poured out.  Blood.  Lots of blood.  It’s very unsettling.  Confusing.

At the end when it’s all been said, and all been done, when the cosmic war between good and evil reaches its climactic conclusion, with the final destruction of all evil and the vindication of those who we are told have faithfully followed the Lamb, (meaning Christ) at the end of it all, a garden.

Unless you are trained in the genre, the apocalyptic genre, it’s hard to make sense of the details.  The shocking co-mingling of the familiar with the unfamiliar.  The earthly with the heavenly. Unless you are steeped in the prophetic stock and trade found in the Hebrew Scriptures it’s hard not to lose your balance, throw in the interpretive towel, and exclaim “no mas, no mas!  Can you bring back The Gospel According to John, John?”  “Bring back the God of Love?”

This book is a hard read for many reasons.  Still, for Christians, the overarching themes are clear enough.  The victory of our God on behalf of His creation against the forces of rebellion, both human and divine2Satan and his fallen angels, forces which could bring only chaos, darkness and death.  The longed for righting of every wrong, that’s what this book is about. 

The payoff? 

In the negative.  No more tears, no more pain, no more dying. In the positive.  Endless day.  Lush, fruitful living.  Beauty beyond belief.  The unencumbered embrace of an exceptionally large family, as numerous as the stars. 

But most of all, unceasing, unfettered access to the light and life giving presence of an unconquerable God.

But like I said, most people never make it to this point.  Too much confusing mayhem along the way.  Which is a shame.  Because the ending perfectly frames the entire biblical witness.  A witness that begins and ends with the garden of God.

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Most of us are somewhat familiar with the garden at the beginning called Eden.  But we’ve given far less thought to the garden at the end.  We’ve thought about heaven a lot, but as you’ll see, that’s not the same thing.  So let’s think about the Revelation garden bookend.

Unlike the first garden this future garden will be in the center of a city.  And like the first garden, the Tree of Life will be there.  A River of Life will be there, too, and according to the story, flowing from the throne of God at the center of a city called The New Jerusalem.  (Perhaps the city-planners of Manhattan when they came up with the idea of Central Park had this passage of Scripture in mind.)

As you might expect, the architectural accoutrements of this city will be nothing short of astounding.  Maybe you’ve heard of some of them.  Streets of gold.  Walls of Jasper.  (What is Jasper?)  Twelve Pearly Gates. (Only one with St. Peter.)

Now, I have a question for all Christians about the garden bookends of our Sacred Text.  The ones found in Genesis and Revelation.  Your answer will reveal much.  Is the first to be understood as an earthly garden and the second a heavenly garden?  Eden earthly?  The New Jerusalem garden heavenly?  What do you think?  What if I was to suggest that the answer for each garden is BOTH earthly and heavenly.

That’s right.  Both gardens are best understood as a mixture of earth and heaven.  Human and Divine.  Just like Jesus was and is (if you are a Classic Christian).

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Now to my most provocative point. (At least for many Christians)

The view of the early Church, a very Jewish view by the way, as revealed in their writings is this: 

The Christian Hope, the spiritual goal, the promised inheritance, is not Heaven. 

“What did you say? It’s not about going to heaven when we die?” Nope. It’s not. Why?  That wouldn’t follow the biblical pattern and the revealed purposes of God.  What is the biblical pattern?  The God of Grace comes down to us, yet again.  And invites our participation in His wise rule, a partnership contemplated from the beginning, and continued through this middle period by our prayerful service as we build for His Kingdom on “Earth as it is in Heaven.” 

Listen to ole Saint Peter himself. 1 Peter 1:3–4 (NRSV): “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you.”

Did you get that? From St Peter himself? The living hope. The promised “imperishable” inheritance kept in heaven for you. But here’s the payoff! Based on the whole counsel of Scripture. It will be an inheritance kept for us and then brought to us, by Grace, in all of its down to earth glory!

God, the Grand Initiator, comes down to us. Yet again. For the final time.

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One more bookend combo. This time, both of them from the very Jewish early Christian writings.  We begin not with Genesis but with The Gospel According to Matthew this time. The first book of the New Testament.  [Our Church Fathers knew what they were doing when they bookended the Christian contribution to Scripture.] At the beginning of this book we find another vision from heaven.  This time given to Joseph, Mary’s fiancé, who agonized over what to do about the young lady he loved but had not made pregnant.  In a dream-vision an angel of the Lord said to him, “do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.”

Then so as to bring further assurance to this very Jewish young man, assurance of God’s overarching purposes, the angel quotes an old Hebrew scripture, 

“Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel,” which means, “God is with us.” [Isaiah 7:14]

Matthew drives home the point about this God when he finishes the Gospel account with these final words, the words of Jesus to all His disciples: “remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”3Matthew 28:20 (NRSV)

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Now the big finale! Speaking of the end of the age brings us to the climax of the story, the last two chapters in Revelation that I’ve already mentioned, the crucial text at the end of the book of books.  In all of its down to earth glory.

Revelation 21:1–7 (NRSV): Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, 

“See, the home of God is among mortals. 
He will dwell with them as their God
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they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them;
he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more;
mourning and crying and pain will be no more.”

And the one who was seated on the throne said, “See, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Then he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life. Those who conquer will inherit these things, and I will be their God and they will be my children, for the first things have passed away.” 

Revelation 22:1–5 (NRSV): “Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city. On either side of the river is the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, producing its fruit each month; and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. Nothing accursed will be found there any more. But the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him; they will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And there will be no more night; they need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.”

Reign where? And on what basis? John answers that question in an earlier chapter.

Revelation 5:9–10 (NRSV): They sing a new song (to the Lamb of God):
“You are worthy to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
for you were slaughtered and by your blood you ransomed for God
saints from every tribe and language and people and nation;
you have made them to be a kingdom and priests serving our God,
and they will reign on earth.

[I can hear nonbelievers (some of my friends) justifiably saying all this talk about religious folk ruling and reigning and Judgment makes us very, very uncomfortable. I don’t blame you! In future posts, I will try to speak more fully to this concern. Stay with me.]

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It is the New Jerusalem, “coming down out of Heaven from God” linking the created realms of heaven and earth, yet again.  Recapitulating the original design.  And at the center of that marriage of heaven and earth, a garden. Because God doesn’t give up on a good thing.  Remember the story in Genesis?  Before it went horribly wrong?  He called His creation, both heaven and earth, GOOD.  Not perfect, but good.  Pregnant with possibility.  And at the apex of creation, human beings, God’s image bearers, He called that creative work, VERY GOOD.  Since according to the expanded version of the story (Genesis 2) females were created at the end of this explosion of God’s creative genius, the description VERY GOOD, makes great good sense to me!

And now in this final Biblical scene, Revelation chapters 21 and 22, God faithfully finishes what He started at the beginning.

The restoration of all things is at root about the reconciliation of all things.  The image of marriage is key.  “Prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”  The coming together of difference in loving harmony.  The divisions between us brought about and sustained by human and divine4Satan and his fallen angels arrogance will dissolve and God’s whole creation will finally reflect God’s fullness. God’s unity and plurality.  Start down the big list.  The reconciliation of Male and Female.  Jew and Gentile. Heaven and Earth.  God and His creation.  All the separations of life that were never part of the original plan are reconciled. And at the center, we find the Garden-city of God’s love. 

But first the destruction of evil, and every dark force that kept us apart, last of all Death, our final enemy, will die.51 Corinthians 15:24–26 (NRSV): Then comes the end, when he hands over the kingdom to God the Father, after he has destroyed every ruler and every authority and power. 25 For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. 26 The last enemy to be destroyed is death. The eternal rule and presence of God with His people throughout His heaven and earth New Creation, that is the grand story of Scripture. 62 Corinthians 5:17–19 (NRSV): “So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation; that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting the message of reconciliation to us.“

God desires to dwell with us.  Imagine that! And He will.  Between now and then He calls us to the ministry of reconciliation in anticipation of that great endless day of reunion.  When heaven comes down to earth once again.

No, our final goal is not heaven. 

Heaven is real, but it is not The Christian Hope

Why have we thought so?  Answering that question requires a bit of unpacking.  We’ll look at those reasons in future posts. And because God will not abandon His good creation but will transform it we are commissioned to, among other things, campaign for justice and ecology now in anticipation of our Christian Hope. For our “labor is not in vain.”71 Corinthians 15:58

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The Last Judgement – Michelangelo

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But before leaving this big picture look at Scripture and specifically the book at the end,  so as not to be misunderstood, or charged with glossing over a great difficulty in this hard to read text, I need to say something about Judgement.  

Revelation is a book full of Judgement which makes most of us in today’s comfortable free wheeling Western world decidedly uncomfortable.  Where after the Lord’s Prayer, and perhaps John 3:16, Matthew 7:1 “judge not, that you be not judged” is one of the most quoted Scripture verses.  And for good reason.

Judgement in and out of the Church is often unwise and unloving.  Church leaders have sometimes focused more on the wrath of God against sin than on the love of God in Christ for His creation.

I understand the great unease.  

That’s one reason it’s hard to read this book.  But then you fail to get to the Garden climax and miss out on the crucial consummation of all things.  

So how are we to understand Judgement?

With a little historical awareness we recognize that for most of human history and in many parts of the globe today the world was and is decidedly unjust, unfree, uncared for, and in bondage to dark powers.   In the 20 century alone, in my parent’s lifetime, approximately 100 million of God’s image bearers were slaughtered at the altar of National and International Socialism.  Ideologues slaughtered or forcibly starved their own citizens wholesale.  Because they were regarded as either ethnically or intellectually impure.  A tragedy of planetary dimensions was the result. The Nazis in Germany and the Soviet, Chinese, North Korean and Cambodian Communists, plus many other lesser known imitators, offered human sacrifices to their gods on an industrial scale.  The sheer magnitude of this malevolence is unequaled in the annals of history.  100 million.  Meditate on that number for a moment.  In the last 100 years.  In this so-called Enlightened Age.   (If you don’t know about all this, your teachers are guilty of a gross dereliction of duty.)8One book to read is “The Black Book of Communism” written by a group of European scholars, almost all of whom were former Communists, published in English by Harvard University Press, (1999). Search Amazon and at the very least read all the professional reviews. Here is one review “An 800-page compendium of the crimes of Communist regimes worldwide, recorded and analyzed in ghastly detail by a team of scholars. The facts and figures, some of them well known, others newly confirmed in hitherto inaccessible archives, are irrefutable. The myth of the well-intentioned founders—the good czar Lenin betrayed by his evil heirs—has been laid to rest for good. No one will any longer be able to claim ignorance or uncertainty about the criminal nature of Communism, and those who had begun to forget will be forced to remember anew.” — Tony Judt, New York Times

Sticking with Cambodia for a moment, having moved past the Communist Killing Fields9 See the movie “The Killing Fields” starring Sam Waterston for a dramatic retelling of this ghastly tale.where in the 1970’s 2 million, 1 out of 7 Cambodians, were planted, the country now leads the world in forced labor and sex trafficking, especially “Child Sex Tourism.”  Commercial Sex Exploitation (CSE) rages in this once beautiful paradise.  Thousands of women and young girls, some as young as 5 and 6, end up in forced prostitution.  Often with the tacit approval of local government officials.  Served up to foreign interests.  Wealthy “pleasure” seekers from abroad.  The horrors inflicted on these mothers, these daughters, these granddaughters, these sisters, beggars belief.  Most of us don’t have categories in our brains to contemplate such evil.  But there they are.  Caged, deprived of food, beaten, forced to perform sexual acts against their will, gang-raped until fainting, their horrible suffering gives witness to the existence of dark powers still yet encircling that country, that region and our globe.

A world caught in the gaping maw of those and similar malevolent powers was and is screaming for righteous judgement.  For restorative justice.  For a cosmic reckoning.  “How long, oh, Lord, before heaven comes rolling down like thunder.  How long!?”

I’ll stop now.  Sorry for the shocking language but examples like this could be multiplied exponentially ad-nauseam.  Perhaps with these and many others in mind we might reread the Judgements of Revelation in a somewhat different light.

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But why does God allow this great suffering?  That’s the next and hardest question, isn’t it?  Especially for a Monotheist like me.  It’s a legitimate question.  And requires a long, straightforward answer.  But let me humbly defer for now by saying:

If this life, a life lived desperately by so many, is the only life there is, then there is no justice.  And no God worthy of our love.

I simply can’t believe such a horrible thing.  Can you?  No.  A great and terrible reckoning must be in our future. 10 Rev 11:18 (NRSV) The nations raged, but your wrath has come, and the time for judging the dead, for rewarding your servants, the prophets and saints and all who fear your name, both small and great, and for destroying those who destroy the earth.

But also restorative beauty, goodness and love.

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Which brings us back to the Garden-City.  The most important part of living in the Garden is seeing, walking, talking with our God.  That’s the longed-for future.  For all who believe.

Although many naturalists yearn for it, there will not be a return to Eden.  The human couple began in a garden paradise, but the final scene is that of an enfoliated, fruitful city, and the unencumbered embrace of a very large family, from every tribe and nation. 11 Rev. 21-22, but there should be plenty wide open spaces inside & outside of the city!

Oh happy day.

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The first reading at Susan’s funeral mass was from another puzzling book. It too deals with evil. The book of Job.  A book about great suffering but unlike Revelation, the problem of evil remained unresolved.  And yet, yet, incomprehensibly12 If you know the story of Job you know what I mean., Job, a man who suffered much, could say:

“But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives, 
and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust;
Whom I myself shall see: my own eyes,
not another’s, shall behold him;
And from my flesh I shall see God;
my inmost being is consumed with longing.”

At the end of her mass, I finished my Eulogy with…

“Sleep for a season sweetie.  I can’t wait to walk hand in hand with you into the light and life giving presence of our God.  My inmost being is consumed with longing.”

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“You believe in those gardens don’t you sweetie.”  “Yes”, she said, “I believe.”

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Death, Then What?

Susan at Jenny Lake, Grand Tetons – Sept, 2012

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Most people believe in an afterlife.  In human history only a very small minority have believed that this life is all there is, the whole shebang.  

For the rest of us, ideas about this future state vary widely.   It might surprise you to know that only a minority of Christians today have ideas about the afterlife that most early Christians would recognize.  

As you might imagine, in the last several years, Susan and I have given more than a little thought to questions about the afterlife.  Cancer focuses the mind that way.  It drove me to dig deep into the traditions that we hold dear.  That give meaning to our lives.  The Faith that sustains us.  What wisdom about death and life after death would we find there?

I intend to write a series of posts about what I found.  My hope is to encourage you to think deeply about these questions.  For death comes to us all.

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Of course peering into the future is of necessity looking through a dark glass, to use an old biblical image.  But this doesn’t mean we can say nothing about the matter.  We’ve been given signposts, maps even, to guide our way.  Signposts don’t tell us everything but they tell us something.  Maps are very useful in pointing the way and giving the general lay of the land.  But the map maker can’t document every detail.  Those details await our arrival.  My tradition teaches me that once upon a time the Master Map Maker sent us His right hand guy, the guy who had overseen the entire map making process. That guy was sent to show us how and where to walk. “Follow me,” He said.  “Live like me.”  But here’s the hard part, “die like me.”  That was very confusing and unpopular at the time.  Still is. Expectations were shattered.  “You are suppose to show us how to live, how to overcome life’s obstacles along the way, obstacles like these nasty Romans, not die!”  Everyone doubted.  “This can’t be the way. Following a crucified Jew!”  But then came the really surprising part, “live again like me.”  That’s when everything changed.  The worlds largest and most influential map reading family, warts and all, was and is the result.

May Day, May Day, Balloon Day

Fall Up

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Shall I compare thee to a summers day?  
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date. - Shakespeare

Rough winds.  In the month of May.  

When I was 19 my brother who was 21 at the time, died of heart failure.  May, 1980.

A decade later I got a substitute brother, a brother-in-law.  Great guy.  In May of 2006 he was diagnosed with a rare form of liver cancer.  He lived four more years.  

During those four years, my dad was diagnosed with terminal Cancer in May 2008.  A year later my mother, terminal Cancer, in the month of May.

And now finally, my sweet Susie.  

It was May 1st when we got the news of how bad this could possibly be.  Naturally, her first thoughts turned to her girls.  “They need me,” she said.  “Yes, sweetie, they do.  Perhaps more than they know.”

Then she thought of her mother.  Susan adored her mother.  There was a lot to adore.  “This is going to kill her,” she said to me.  “Yep.”  

One of the reasons she was so distraught over her girls was because she couldn’t imagine living most of her adult life without having Mom around. To receive advice from, to get support, or just to hear her voice. She couldn’t imagine that, and she hated that for her girls. I hate it for them too.

Then she thought of her sisters. What a special relationship they had. In all the years I knew Susan, I think she talked with one or both of her sisters at least once every other day. Talked, not texted.

[Nancy came down with only a few days left.  When she got to Susan’s bed, she sat on the edge and reached out to hug her little sister.  Susan was very weak.  But she managed to reach up and wrap her arms around her big sister’s neck.  It was so precious.  I’ll never forget that moment.]

Then, (back to May 1st,) she thought of the rest of her family.  

Finally, she looked at me. “Mr. Johnny Come Lately.” (We met just a few years before this ‘May Day.’) The first thing she said to me that day, knowing about my rough winds, was, “Oh, Honey! I don’t want you to go through another one of those.”

That was my sweet Susie.  

On a day that most people would consider one of the worst days possible.  A day when Cancer enters the room.  Up close and personal.  My sweet Susie was thinking of others.  She was thinking of me.

Six and a half years later on another difficult day, Susan was falling fast, and she thought of me again.  I was taking her back from the bathroom to the bed for almost the final time.  I had my arm around her, and in what became our last conversation, she looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sweetie, what do you have to be sorry for?”  

“That I didn’t write you a letter to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me,” she said.  

“Oh Susan, you wrote that letter every day.  I read that letter every day.” 

She was the most beautiful, most unselfish, sweetest human being I’ve ever known.  And she was my wife.  God’s gift to me.

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Sign Three. (Sign One & Sign Two)

It was May 23rd, 2012. Thirty-two years and a day after my brother’s death. Two weeks after Susan’s surgery. And two weeks before our marriage. I needed to clear my head, so I took off for a while. Driving my truck to a spot just over the Wake-Granville county line, I parked in a large field off the beaten path. I had visited this secluded spot in Granville County before, and today seemed like a good time to revisit and reflect.

One apparent problem, though. On May 23, 2012, northern Wake County was the unhappy recipient of a strong wind and hail storm. But having been “off the grid” for a few weeks, both literally and figuratively, I was oblivious to mundane matters like the weather. So, ignorantly, I headed out to clear my head on an increasingly unclear day.

I don’t know if you’ve ever sat in front of a fast-moving wind and hail storm, but it is captivating. (Before the rain and hail arrive!)

The darkening sky raced toward me as I sat there in reflection mode. My truck was turned perfectly to watch the approaching weather, and it was mesmerizing. I can’t explain in weather-ese what I was seeing, but it looked like someone had grabbed a giant paintbrush and stroked charcoal gray semi-circles across the sky. Row after row after row. Like Roman legions marching across a battlefield.

The rain had not arrived yet, but the 20-mile-per-hour wind had, bringing the gray legionnaires above. The wild fescue swayed to and fro, wave-like across the meadow. Trees danced in the distance on grassy hills crowned with oak and beech. I sat watching, awed by it all, taking it in.

Then, about 100 yards in front of me, slightly downhill, a flash of light appeared just above the grass line. And it was rising. A few moments later, against the dancing leaves as a backdrop, I made out what it was. It was one of those metallic-looking helium balloons you see at the checkout line in the grocery store, the ones with long ribbons attached, that you or I would ignore but any four-year-old would not.

And there it was, flashing brilliantly and heading straight for me. A grieving husband-to-be, out here in the middle of a hilly pasture, on a dusty road, as the gray sky angered to black. A hurt with a long history surged up inside me. And that’s when I knew. This inexplicable “ball of light” rising in front of me—I could hardly think it—was my darling bud, my sweet Susie, shaken loose by the May storm.

I knew. And I began to weep like a four-year-old in a grocery store parking lot who had just lost his grasp. “No, no,” I cried. “Stay. Don’t leave me.”

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Helplessly I watched as she made her way toward me.

Gaining speed.  Climbing higher.  50 yards out.  25.  More brilliant than ever against the maddening sky. 

Soon she would be right above me. So I lowered the window and quickly stretched through, fearful of losing sight. The air was cooler now. I felt the winds of time against my face and breathed desperately the smells of this all-too-short season as I watched my sweetie pass by.

Turning to keep her in view, I saw the reason for her brilliance, her captivating presence, the striking vividness of this entire scene. Behind me but in front of her, bright and beckoning: Clear, Blue, Sky.

She was headed for blue sky, my darling bud, as fast as she could go, higher and higher. And now, well out in front of the storm.

Can’t

I began to weep again.  But this time…as a man.  

“Yes.” (Was I saying it?)

“Yes” (I could hardly believe I was saying it.)

“You go girl.  

You go.”

Frozen in the moment, I watched until she was shielded from my sight.

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Still no rain or hail yet. The hail never did reach me. I saw drifts of hail on the side of the road as I made my way back home, but thankfully, my truck escaped a beating.

I didn’t.

But before leaving the scene of battle, one more thing—a significant thing.

In mentioning this, I’m asking you to trust that I wouldn’t trade on the death of my wife to make up a fantastical story for the purpose of eliciting sympathy or impressing you with my spiritual connectedness. Nor to leave the equally false impression that I’m especially favored by God. Something so baldly untruthful would dishonor her memory. I couldn’t do that. Plus, I know, God is watching as I relate to you the following scene, a scene straight out of a Spielberg movie.

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Still hanging out the driver’s side window, I felt a warming presence above me. So I looked up. A small hole in the darkness had opened. The merciless marauders were gone. The dark sky had an altogether different aspect now. The rigid, war-like brush strokes had smoothed. What I was witnessing now was more like the pupil of an eye slowly dilating, letting in a widening circle of light for the viewer and projecting a widening circle of warmth and illumination on the broken object below. Beyond that opening: clear, blue sky.

In all directions, the entire, I repeat, the entire visible sky was dark gray except for this one incomprehensibly beautiful blue hole directly above me. Directed at me. Warming me up. Taking me in. It opened like the aperture of a camera in slow motion, gauged the needed illumination, and captured an unforgettable moment in time. Then it closed.

The encounter lasted about one minute, but the experience was longer. Much longer. For time had shifted, slowed, expanded. It was as if Barber’s 8-minute “Agnus Dei” had been compressed into a single minute without altering the composer’s intent—one dramatic phrase, one exquisite line. A time-stretching, heart-lifting, mind-blowing, world-shaping, space-altering minute. On wind-swept, cloudy days, if I take the time and am sufficiently attentive, time folds back in on itself, and I see it still. A stationary bright blue eye hole in a dark moving sky.

Rational explanation? I’m going with the God Hypothesis. I’m hanging my hat on a memory peg given by a Master Communicator, a character-forming Anchoring Presence, a Loving Lord who gathers up the faithful and comforts the broken-hearted.

The data supports it.

Sure, I know. It’s unrepeatable, unfalsifiable, and therefore unverifiable. But I’m a living and, hopefully for you, a trustworthy witness that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our scientific methodology.

This is the first and most dramatic in the sequence of three signs I’ve shared with you in the last month. Signs that give witness to a compassionate God, the Source of our everlasting Hope, who looked down one stormy May Day and said,

“I see you. I am near. Protecting you and Susan. Now, wherever you go, see me.”

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Looking Forward

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I rushed home to tell Susan the whole breathtaking, uplifting story.  Balloon Day, we tagged it.  From time to time in remembrance of that day we would break into the old Irving Berlin song:

Blue skies, smiling at me.  
Nothing but blue skies do I see.

And mostly laugh.  But sometimes cry.  I would kiss her on the cheek or neck and whisper into her ear, “God’s gonna take care of us, honey, I know it.”  “Me too,” she would echo.  “Me too.”

Blessed with the eyes of Faith we could sing these words.

Never saw the sun shining so bright. 
Never saw things going so right.
Noticing the days hurrying by.
When you're in love, my how they fly.
Blue days, all of them gone.
Nothing but blue skies from now on.

In singing this happy tune, ironically set in a minor key, we were not whistling past graveyards, or through deadly storms.  We were not denying their reality, just their staying power.

Balloon Day, May 23rd, 2012 became a sustaining story for the months and years to come.  Food for our journey.  A sign of God’s good keeping.  God’s watchful presence.  For those who leave.  And those who stay.

May the Faithful departed,  
Through the Mercy of God,
Rest In Peace,
And rise in Glory.
My Sweet Susie  
Gone for a Season
October 6
In the Year of Our Lord, 2018

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