Gratifying Greetings

We all draw circles around certain numbers on our calendars. Today, June 11, has been marked on mine for weeks, because on that day I knew I’d be greeting our Florida family at Chicago’s Midway Airport. June 11 would mark the beginning of an 18 day visit during which we could refresh relationships and share a bunch of fun!

It’s only been nine weeks since I spent time with toddler Skylar and new baby Micah, but that’s a big deal when your life is just getting started. Arriving at the airport early, I found a shaded spot on 55th Street to await their call telling me they’d landed, connected with their bags, changed the necessary diapers and made it out to the second curb. After all that had been accomplished, we’d be wrapping our arms around each other at long last.

There’s no greater thrill than embracing loved ones you’ve been missing for a long time. Although Micah didn’t remember me, it was only a short while before Skylar leaned over with a hug and said, “Oh Midgee, you’re my good friend.” Her 22 month old high-pitched voice is sweeter music than the best symphony.

Little Micah isn’t so little anymore, having doubled in size since I saw him last. It’ll take my biceps a few days to catch up to his progress!

And what a blessing to have Linnea and Adam’s company again, along with good conversation and shared laughter. Closing the 1200 mile gap between us felt good.

Experiencing how satisfying it is to be reunited with people we love, I’ve often fantasized about what it’ll be like when we arrive in heaven. What will those greetings be like? One day God promises to get rid of our current earth and heaven to replace them with brand new ones. Logic tells us these new creations just might be linked with each other or possibly even be one in the same, heaven-on-earth.

Since God was quite happy with the first earth he created, maybe the new earth will be much like the original one, minus sin, anger, disease, tears, violence, thorns and all the other negatives in today’s world. Everything will be perfect, the way it was in Eden. And when we arrive, the Lord Jesus and the loved ones who’ve beat us there will see us coming. With enthusiasm and joy, they’ll run to meet us, greeting us with warm embraces and words of love.

Today at the airport it was gratifying to greet “my people” (as Skylar says) and know we’ll have some extended time together before having to part again. In heaven, however, I sense the greetings will be even more satisfying, and best of all, there will be no parting there.

“Behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I will create.” (Isaiah 65:17-18a)

Times Two

Today it was time for a tearful goodbye. We all knew it was coming, but that didn’t make the moment easier. I  think the reason older people focus so much on heaven is that they’re just tired of saying goodbye. Once we get to paradise, separations will be only a dim memory.

Last night we brainstormed for a way I might stay longer. After all, it took a week to get over jet lag and climb the grandma learning curve on everything from how the British toilets flush to how the washing machine works. Staying a few more days could only be delicious “grannie-gravy.”

 

I’ve gotten used to living with little children again, and I know my withdrawal from them will be of greater stress than dealing with a second round of jet lag. Nicholas has his own special presence and is at one of my favorite ages. Being a one year old with plump, kissable cheeks and the optimism of discovery during every minute of every day is completely captivating. Interacting with him has been rich entertainment as he’s thrown himself into daily life with glee. His sweet personality and big brown eyes will be front-and-center in my mind for many days to come.

And our newborn twins, already turning into “regular babies,” have proved to be the proverbial double blessing, despite their roller coaster responses to our scheduling efforts. There were evidences of their presence in every corner of every room that made it seem like we were seeing double. The work load of one infant is doubled by two, and equipment-doubles abound as well. For grandmas, this is like playing dolls on steroids. To see and think in pairs is twice the fun.

 

When I get sad about having had to go, I do the only positive thing I know to do: count my blessings. And when I come to “new birth” on my mental list, I’m thankful to be able to add, “Times two!”

The whole truth of the matter, though, is that my blessings add up to two million times two. And I’d need longer than a cross-Atlantic flight-time to be able to number them all.

“The Almighty… blesses you with blessings of the heavens above, blessings of the deep that lies below, blessings of the breast and womb.” (Genesis 49:25)

 

Heavenly Hope

Not one of us escapes a ride in a hearse. As Pastor Erwin Lutzer says, “We’re all born with an expiration date.” Today I was poignantly reminded of that while attending the funeral of a beloved 87 year old friend. Although I knew there would be tears, at this funeral they would be shed through smiling eyes for two reasons: 1) this lady had lived a life that sparkled, and 2) there was no question she was now living in heaven.

Raye Jeanne was the kind of person whose entrance into a room could not be missed. She approached life with an eye to its blessings and looked for the positives in every situation. She loved people, friends and strangers alike, from a heart overflowing with compassion. Her smile was broad and her laugh contagious as she remained future-focused until the day she died.

Traveling the globe in her last years, Raye Jeanne left familiar places and creature comforts to experience foreign lands with strange foods and customs. Her sense of adventure was that of a child. As her children put it, she “grabbed life with both hands.”

Even her death was accomplished with flair. After lunching out with her daughter-in-law, the two of them visited the local grocery store where she conversed lovingly with a stranger in a wheelchair, asking his name, communicating caring. She also bargained with the manager to get the next day’s sale price on the bag of oranges she was buying that day.

Shortly after she put chocolate milk into her cart, they were on their way to the check-out when her body crumbled to the floor. Her heart had stopped without warning or pain. Her daughter-in-law, store personnel, paramedics and a surgeon made valiant efforts to save her, but Raye Jeanne’s expiration date had arrived.

Today’s funeral was a lively celebration of her very full, widely influential life. This morning while dressing, I’d wondered if Nate’s recent death and our funeral for him would come rushing back to me in a way that would cause anguish. I needn’t have worried. The minute we stepped into the funeral home, the mood was ebullient, a reflection of Raye Jeanne. One son read a spirited eulogy, another told of his recent trip with her to Jerusalem. No speech was without points of humor, and all of us chuckled while honoring her memory.

How is it possible to laugh heartily at a funeral? There’s only one reason, and it’s our sure knowledge that she’s in a much better place today than she was in her life on earth. Her family knows the separation is only temporary and that they’ll be reunited with her in the presence of Jesus Christ one day. This awareness makes today’s goodbyes easier.

When I approached the casket, Raye Jeanne’s eleven year old grandson Michael was standing as close as he could get to his Granny. “What are you thinking, Michael?” I asked.

“It doesn’t seem like her because she’s not smiling,” he said, picking up her lifeless hand and lovingly stroking it. “And she’s cold.”

His honest response was recognition that the Granny he knew was no longer there. But Michael is confident he’ll see her smile at him again later, so he doesn’t despair.

The pastor detailed the difference between funerals he’s performed at which the mourners aren’t sure what happens after death and funerals like Raye Jeanne’s where mourners are confident of heaven. One group clings to the body and life on earth. The other clings to Christ and life in heaven. Scripture talks about those who have no hope when a loved one dies and those who grieve in a different way because they have hope that life after death is superior to life before it.

Christ is the doorway to that life, the doorway to God. He says it himself in Scripture (John 10:9) and makes it easy for anyone to walk through it. Raye Jeanne accepted this truth while on earth, and because of that, on Thursday of last week, she stepped into an eternity of total bliss.

“Jesus said… ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me’.” (John 14:6)