I hate good-byes.
The day comes, always all-too-soon, when one must let
go. And in the letting go, we realize we
are left with an aching vacuum, a soul-shaped vacuum that only the one we’d let
go can fill.
Imagine the Son of God shaped vacuum left in the hearts of
the disciples when Jesus bid His final good-bye to them. Three years and forty post-resurrection days
packed with sounds, sights, emotions and seismic-shift experiences wrapped in
an ordinary human body.
With the mob of dark hair tangled by the wind, untamed by a
brush.
With the carpenter-strong hands that stilled the stormy sea
and cleansed the leper and broke the bread and received the five loaves and two
fish from a boy’s lunch bag. The way those
hands touched the blind man. The dead
girl. The make-up laden prostitute.
And then, His eyes… they've never seen eyes quite like
His. The way He looked inside their
souls, and read their minds and their deepest thoughts. The eyes that saw beyond their squabbles and
sins and insecurities, flowing with heaven-fueled passion and love, and mirth-mingled
truth.
The inflection of His voice.
His laughter. The thunder and the whisper, the sermons and the secrets.
But, now it’s time to let go… let go of all of it, except
what is stored in the treasure-troves of memories. It’s time to allow the sky that sent Him to
take Him back.
The clenched fists open up, one finger at a time.
It is to your
advantage that I go away…John 16:7a
But, how? How can
this be to our advantage? How can You make this loss and this gaping hole, this
emptiness… good? Even better?!?!!!
If I don’t go away,
the Helper shall not come to you; but if I go, I will send Him to you John 16:7b
I will not leave you
as orphans; I will come to you John 14:18
Their earth-bound existence will never be the
same, for they have been marked, they have been tagged by heaven.
The celestial texture of heaven forever changed for the eternal Son of God has been marked by the earth He created. Now, eternally, inseparably the Son of Man also.
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