Borrowing a line from a poem written by my writer-friend Jerry Rasmussen about a trip to an old family farm… “There wasn’t much to see, but everything to remember”*
That’s how it is getting with long-time friends and family that you have not seen for a while – not so much about how everyone “looks” (for surely, we all have changed) – but more about the history we have together. There have been tragedies and triumphs, blessings and bewilderments along the way. There may have been disagreements and patch-ups, and tons of things we’ve laughed and cried about together. We have history together.
We have learned together, not just like going to school together, but learning about life. Together, we may have struggled to learn job skills, or how to maneuver through the waters of puberty, and on to adulthood. We may have shared a first crush, or the loss of a family member. War may have rudely interrupted the plans we had for our lives. Illness may have robbed us of our momentum… but our history remains.
If we are blessed to share Christ in common with these dear ones, then we have much more than history, we have a future. We have the knowledge that one day we will gather on the front steps of our Family Home in heaven, and sip lemonade with the King of Kings. We may skip stones on a pond with Him, or race in a meadow, or a thousand other things we’ve yet to see – but we will share those times to come with Him, and with the ones we love who have said yes when Jesus came a calling. That will be a glorious family reunion.
I pray that we all are strengthened to be even bolder in sharing the hope that lies within us – to write, or sing, or speak the words that He places on our hearts – words of love to His people.
(see “a Trip to the Farm”, Jerry Rasmussen, at www.Faithwriters.com)