I want to stay in this glorious place.
In the bright sunny spot where heaven is perfectly reflected on earth, the way the Sun glistens against the dome of morning dew…or inside the rain puddles pooling on the sidewalk after the storm has passed… or on the glassy surface of a retention pond I pass by on the way to school…
Alas, it’s not meant to be…
While we are still here, the time comes when we must say good-bye. We must let go
The two-day city wide party that gave its attendees a glimpse, a taste of what heaven is going to be like…and, perhaps even more importantly, what on-earth-as-it-is-in-heaven looks like…had to come to an end.
The Samaritans got to skim the edge of unfathomable mystery … pleased as man with men to dwell… and somehow, in that process, their own hearts were transformed into Bethlehemian stable.
When the time came, they also discovered that once you taste heaven, it’s really difficult to settle for anything less on earth. This face-to-face encounter with God-Man, permanently altered their own DNA... But they didn't quite understand any of it at the time.
All they knew was that they had to say their good-byes, just as we do. And their good-byes hurt just as much as ours. No way of around it.
We have to go through it.
They had to let go of what they just received. No holding onto the touching and seeing, that sense of soaring like eagles and the effortless flying on the wings of the wind.
... what was still being prepared for them...
... what was yet to be received.