I tell you, I’m not happy – and with good reason!
If you can imagine dipping your toe into the most inviting, refreshing waterhole you’d ever seen – and then finding you can’t dive in and start swimming – you’d know how I feel!
Oh, and my house – more than I could have ever dreamed of. Set in a beautiful garden with room to stretch out, and with the most comfortable furniture and fittings – all mine with no mortgage.
I’ve been here less than a week; just getting to know my neighbours.
Everyone’s so friendly - and some of them have changed history. I was looking forward to hearing their stories – but now I won’t be able to.
Now the pressure is on me to pack up and leave. Not that I feel unwelcome; far from it. There are doctors, police and even a few lawyers: all unemployed because there’s a complete absence of sickness, crime or suspicion. Nobody even thinks about locking their doors.
Can words fully describe a visible, surging radiance of love and compassion that washes across the sky and sidles up to caress you with freshness when you least expect it?
People have actually told me of travelling to distant stars without expending any energy at all – they have arrived at these places as soon as they have thought of the trip! Could you walk away from a possibility like that? I don’t think so!
How could anyone leave a place that is so filled with such unbelievable surround-sound music?
The first deep rumbling sounds I heard were just like thunder, until I saw the sky was a brilliant clear blue. I listened more carefully and found it was responding to bird calls. A blend of deep-throated sighs and quietly pulsating rhythms was vibrating from under my feet, to swell throughout the whole forest. This background chorus was coming from deep within the trees themselves, to balance the melodies that the birds were weaving through the branches above my head.
Then, as I left the forest I felt the breeze wafting towards me, creating waves that rippled across the meadow from hills that were blue in the distance. As the grass and wildflowers caught the breeze, they started swaying all around me with a sweet, purring sound that surged and faded in time with each wave!
It’s as if I’m surrounded by an orchestral, choral celebration of harmony that’s infused with gentleness and strength that I can almost each out and touch.
It’s not just how amazingly good these last few days have been. I just don’t want to be re-inserted in all the dust and pettiness I left behind. I know people have accused me of getting up their noses, but they have no idea of the fragrances that have wrapped themselves around me since I left them behind.
Here I am – suffering from lack of stress. It’s as if finally I am completely understood and beginning to understand myself. But now it looks like re-entry time
After a lifetime of being stuck between my two sisters, I’m not thrilled about going back into their gauntlet. I thought I’d finished with their constant bickering, for they never agree on anything. How would you like to face the treatment from Martha, where it’s her way or the highway – or from Mary, where you know the lights are on - but it’s hard to know if she’s really at home.
The only one who achieved anything like a cease-fire with them was our Galilean friend. And now it’s his voice I can hear: “Lazarus, come out!”
I tell you I’m not happy about it, but now I have to get back into that cramped outfit and the cold, clammy darkness. Back to a bunch of people who left me for dead.
Just when I was starting to enjoy all this beauty and laughter on this side of the grave…
While “no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him, ” (1 Cor 2: 9) I’ve given it a try.
And a PS: I’m sure that the “tree music” I’ve tried to describe will be much more majestic than all the compositions of Johann Sebastian, Carl Philip Emmanuel and the entire “Bach” family. ;-)
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