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Late Night Visitor – Time Travel


Today we drove 5 hours, round trip, to celebrate the life of my brother-in-law.  I did not know very many of the people there, but it was a nice turn out of family and friends who were touched by his life.  Although drugs consumed a big part of his life, the bigger part was when he met Jesus on his own road to Demascus.  He was on fire for the Lord and that makes my heart happy.  Distance and finances had kept us from really getting to know each other, but I do recall one Easter brunch in a restaurant several years ago, I had the opportunity to sit next to him and we talked “God”.  It was a refreshing conversation, especially on Easter, my favorite holiday of the year. We had a few telephone conversations after that brunch and we shared God stories.  I love sharing God stories.

I recall when my niece, Jill, passed away a little over three years ago.  My brother-in-law heard the news and called me while I was at the funeral home with hundreds of people paying their respects to her and my family.  He shared the love of Jesus with me and comforted me with his prayers for peace. He shared Easter with me in December.

In the last leg of our journey home this evening, we passed the bus station.  The dark evening sky and the lights inside the station made it so I could see the bench that my two sisters and I sat on as we waited for a bus to transport one of my sisters back home after the funeral for Jill.  I remember how I did not want my sister to leave.  The closeness of family is the only thing I can grasp onto at such times and sitting on the bench made me want to stop time and keep my sister here with me.

Death is a wake up call.  We feel close to those we love; we cling to those we love that are still with us.  But as time moves forward, we hit a snooze button and “forget” we had that closeness.  Life moves on.

Even though we know we will all one day die, death is a shock.  Recent posts on Facebook of death notices include the familiar comment, “remember to spend time with your loved ones as you never know when someone will be called home”.  Why do we have to be reminded to spend time with those we love?

Funerals are the one occassion we stop what we are doing and pay our respects.  Our pictures and stories become extra special as we recall the relationships that have suddenly ended.  Distance doesn’t seem to matter when there is a death.  Most funerals are held only when everyone can be there that needs to be there.  We take the time to travel to be there.  Whether it is a 5 hour round trip or a bus ride across a few states; we make the time because we know love.  This love is what Jesus taught us.

Godspeed to the newly deceased.  To be absent from the body means they are present with our Lord.  Rest in peace dear brother-in-law, great is your reward.

John 3:16 (NIV)

16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Late Night Visitor – The Grief Thief


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Secret Stash


 

Five-thirty in the morning or in the evening, it doesn’t matter.  My cats know it is time to eat their wet food.  Before Mojo was adopted into the family, it was never a concern to leave a half-finished bowl of food on the floor for the cats to snack on if they had not finished it all in one sitting.  With Mojo, it is a different story.

 

The morning feeding scenario:  My alarm (from across the room) rings and I get out of bed, hit the snooze once and crawl back into bed.  The cats understand that it is not time to wake up yet.  The second time the alarm rings, the cats may stretch and move their position on the bed.  By the third time the alarm rings, I make it my official wakeup call and I head for the kitchen where 16 paws, 8 eyes, and 4 hungry tummies follow me.  As a herd, we make our way to the unopened can of food and food bowls waiting on the counter.  One can of food is evenly divided into 4 servings.  Each cat is given their bowl in an order determined by Mojo. 

 

Mojo’s background is purely street-cat.  In fact, he came from our very own neighborhood.  Being a street-cat, Mojo had to fend for himself and he tends to eat like he may never eat again.  He does not chew his food, he inhales it.  He has been known to push the other cats out of their food bowls and help himself to seconds, thirds and fourths.  This is new behavior to the other three cats.  However, Zoe has a secret stash of nourishment.

 

Zoe is small enough to sit on top of our round, stainless-steel kitchen trash can.  She has indicated to us a while back that she would like her meals there.  She realized that Mojo does not comprehend she dines there and she can leave her food and come back to it at her leisure.  She manages her nourishment without having to be concerned with Mojo and his feeding frenzy. 

 

Do you have a secret stash of nourishment?  I am not talking about hiding food for snacking on when nobody is looking.  I am talking about Biblical nourishment.  Hide the Word of God in your heart for those moments in life when sinful temptations over-shadow you or when satan thinks he can have a feeding frenzy on your soul.  God wants to reside in your heart; it is the closest one-on-one contact He can have with you.     

 

Zoe can be fed from her secret stash any time of day she chooses because she knows where it is hidden. When God’s word is hidden in your heart, you too can be nourished any time of the day you choose. God will always be there.

 

Psalm 119:11

I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.

 

Proverbs 3:3

Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.

 

Proverbs 4:20-22

My son, pay attention to what I say; turn your ear to my words.  Do not let them out of your sight, keep them within your heart; for they are life to those who find them and health to one’s whole body.

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