Our landlords, Cliff and Sarah, are marvelous people. Sarah loves to bake and often we are recipients of her culinary talents. Last month, when they found out that it was my birthday, they left a present for me in our mail basket. I was stunned to find it was a copy of "The Weight of Glory" by C.S. Lewis. I'm pretty sure they're not believers, but I think they're ' not far from the kingdom' and they know where we stand. When I wrote them a thankyou note, I told them that it was a special book to me because my brother had once shared some special things from it...I didn't explain to them that he'd had a 9:00 hour meeting his third year of Bibleschool, and that it was an incredibly beautiful and inspiring experience to see him filled with the spirit, while sharing from this book. I was thrilled to have my own copy as I've meant, ever since Andrew's meeting, and then even more after he died, to read it.
I've been reading this wonderful little book of essays in the last week or so. Here is a quote that I felt I could really relate to...In fact, I felt like Lewis articulated some of my recent vague feelings and thoughts about heaven, so that I said to myself, " YES! That's what has been percolating in my mind recently."
" At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in."
The way I think about death is changing. It's not so much that heaven and earth are these two distant countries, but adjoining rooms in the same house. Of course, as Christians, we know that death is not the end of existence...but I have found myself fighting against that humanistic assumption. On some subconscious level, I think we have all bought into that idea - that death is the end. Because that's the end of what we see now. I've been realizing more lately that death is just a moving from one room to the next and that the person is simply living now on the other side of the door. This probably seems simplistic and trite to some...I don't know if I am explaining it correctly. And when I read back over it, it's like..."Of course." I guess I'm just learning this in a new way, on a different level, or something. And it's been a help. So when I read that line about standing on the wrong side of the door, it really jumped out at me. And then, " Some day...we shall get in."