I apologize to all my readers. I have not been very good at blogging the past month. As you may or may not know, I came down with a horrendous flu that also sent Hailee and Harpy to the hospital. Then, when I became fully recovered, my spiritual mother went to be with the Lord last Sunday. You can read about that HERE.
Before I learned of Lynn's passing, last week I wrote a post about Jim Elliot and his team who were martyred while trying to reach the Waodani people in Ecuador. Read it HERE. I mentioned lessons I learned from a documentary I watched called Beyond the Gate of Splendor. Then, days later, the woman most dear to me in this life next to my wife and daughters left me.
I hate this world. I really, really do. Now that doesn't mean I'm going to "off" myself so I can enter that "gate of splendor" prematurely.
John 15:19 states:
"As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you."
So me and the world have a mutual hate relationship. All I know is that there is a very real enemy out there who wants to kill us (John 10:10). And there's a very real human condition theologians call "depravity" which means we and all creation on earth are all subject to the "sin condition" brought to us care of Adam. And I sometimes "do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing" (Rom. 7:19).
But some day...
But some day...
But SOME DAY...
As in Sandi Patti's song, Another Place, Another Time:
So I'm waiting
For another and another place
Where all my hopes and dreams will be captured with one look at Jesus' face
Oh, my heart's been burning, my soul keeps yearning
Sometimes I can hardly wait for that sweet, sweet someday
When I'll be swept away
To another time and another place.
I know. I know. I can hear all my friends say, "Now, Anthony, there's work to be done here on earth. Advance His kingdom while you have breath. Let's get busy."
Thank you, guys. I understand. But I also believe we need to rejoice in His glorious coming. Anticipate it...as "all creation moans."
Death was not God's plan. You really come to realize how true that is when someone you love dies. It's so...unnatural. The heart of God is for mankind to enjoy relationship forever with each other, including with Himself!
I have conducted some 50 or 60 funerals. Each time, I am reminded of that "another place, another time."
Jim Elliot was 29 when he died. My spiritual mother was a young 74. My mother was 67. My father was a young 83. All of my older relatives I used to love and hang out with as a child--all my grandparents--are all gone. I think it's perfectly okay to think about them and to wonder what they're doing this very second in glory. What are they saying to Jesus. What's He saying back to them. What are they saying to each other?
Ah, the joy and laughter that must peal in the heavenlies--cackles and squeals of joy echoing against the pearly gates. What a wonderful thought it is to be among them.
This life is nearly over. Whether you're my age (53) or just three years old. Relatively speaking, life is so, so short.
Until that time when the Lord calls me up yonder, I want to honor Him, my King, AND those who have gone before me. Those heroes in my life and in public life. I want that cloud of witnesses to cheer me on as I run this race, dragging as many as I possibly can through that Gate of Splendor.
See you there, Lynn.