Easter Weekend
This is the season of hope for us Christians, the time of year when we hear again the stories of how we have been promised a life that continues after this one. I can buy it; what we read was not written by crazy people – you can tell that by the way they put their words and thoughts together.
I just don’t know if this “afterlife” is a reward for living here, or if it’s the way we are supposed to exist and this place we’re in is the first gear, the pre-school, the minors. Do your best here, be a decent sort of chap, and after a relatively few years you are admitted in to whatever grand and glorious future awaits us.
What’s really neat is that it doesn’t end. We don’t look at a calendar and say, “Gee, only ten years left of this happiness and it’s all over.” There aren’t any lingering good-bye’s as people slip off into nothingness.
We’re home forever and we’re safe forever. And there’s my parents talking with their parents; it’s a family reunion going back thirty or forty generations. I'm being waved over as the latest member of the clan.
There is a feeling within us: This is the place we should be, the place we were meant to be. We don’t want our friends to be mourning us now.
Hope springs eternally.
I just don’t know if this “afterlife” is a reward for living here, or if it’s the way we are supposed to exist and this place we’re in is the first gear, the pre-school, the minors. Do your best here, be a decent sort of chap, and after a relatively few years you are admitted in to whatever grand and glorious future awaits us.
What’s really neat is that it doesn’t end. We don’t look at a calendar and say, “Gee, only ten years left of this happiness and it’s all over.” There aren’t any lingering good-bye’s as people slip off into nothingness.
We’re home forever and we’re safe forever. And there’s my parents talking with their parents; it’s a family reunion going back thirty or forty generations. I'm being waved over as the latest member of the clan.
There is a feeling within us: This is the place we should be, the place we were meant to be. We don’t want our friends to be mourning us now.
Hope springs eternally.
posted by Tom Carten at 12:25 AM
2 Comments:
No, Palm Sunday for the "other white meat."
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Are you ever just plain scared about what lies ahead? Do you ever really wonder if THIS is what it's all about - no more, no less? I do. I'm comforted by words from a true-believer, and I struggle mightily to be one of you, but I just can't help but wonder and worry. I guess if there is something after this, it will be wonderful. If there's not, I just won't know. It would be nice to hug my dad, though.
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