I can almost hear the laughter from here…
I can almost hear the laughter from here. So many of us, on this side of the curtain, are crying this weekend. Broken hearted, heavy hearted, full of sorrow. But on the other side; no tears. Only joy, and laughter and smiles.
Another friend passed. Another soul slipped from its earthly prison, and ascended to its Heavenly home. There are others there with her, rejoicing. Welcoming her home. Her parents, other family, and friends. One in particular.
They grew up together. They were both full of goodness, sweetness, humor, and sass. I can imagine them, catching up, telling stories, laughing.
Most everyone in our group of friends have at least one parent there; some have both. We all have grandparents there. We all have friends there; and now, these two friends, in particular. People who were lights in our lives, at one time or another. The kind of people who are easy to love, and impossible to forget. I can almost imagine the stories.
“Remember the time we went to the movies; and you had to walk home?” Remember the time we had that Halloween party”
“Remember the youth retreat we went on in Gatlinburg?”
“Remember when the senior class all turned their desks on their sides, and got in them?”
I have heard preachers talk about our investment in Heaven. It wasn’t until friends and family started dying that I remember thinking “Oh, now I understand. Those people are our investments in Heaven.”
19Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
What are your treasures? Friends, family? Loved ones? Do all that you can to make sure these treasures are stored up in Heaven. Live Christ in front of them. Love them. Witness to them. Because, we all want to hear those stories when we get to Heaven. We all want to have that great reunion when we get there. We want to hear that laughter.
Meanwhile, we can remember the ones we’ve lost. Honor their memory. Tell stories. Share memories. They all help ease our pain. And remember, for the ones that are there, they have no more pain. No more death. No more disease. Only joy, and rejoicing, and laughter.
As I said, I can almost hear the laughter from here.
Dear Lord, help us to remember what are true treasures are. Help us through our grieving process. And help us to remember that, in the scheme of eternity, it is just a whisper of a moment. Ame.
P.S.; Thanks, Susan, for the line about the laughter. Love you much.