There Must Be More!
Sometimes
deaths in communities come like waves. I am ready for the tide to turn. I have
conducted too many funerals in too few days. The following is a story I love to
share with families. I’m not sure where it originated. I got it from a minister
who got it from a minister who got it from a minister.
Once
there lived a colony of grubs at the bottom of a swamp. Ever so often a member
of the community would feel the urge to swim to the surface of the water and
then disappear, never to be seen again.
This
confused and bewildered the others, and so one day they agreed that the next
time one of them felt compelled to leave the colony, that one would return and
share with the others what it was like above the surface of the water.
It
wasn’t long before one felt the urge to depart. She swam to the surface and
crawled out onto a lily pad and in the warmth of the sun went to sleep. As she
slept the carapace of the little creature broke open, and out emerged this
beautiful rainbow colored dragonfly.
She
spread her wings and began to soar in the glory and brightness of this new
world.
But
thin a tinge of sadness came over her, for she remembered the promise she made
to the others. She knew she could not go back to that place and they would not
recognize her if she did.
But
the sadness quickly dissipated when she realized that they too would make the
journey, they too would experience the glory.
The
Greeks believed in the immortality of the soul—that in death the immortal soul
departs from the body. The Hebrews believed in resurrection—that in death both
soul and body die and by an act of God the total person is raised to
new life.
The
early Jewish Messianic Christians certainly followed the Jewish tradition. I
get the impression that many Christians today are uncertain whether they
believe in immortality or resurrection.
Almost
all religious traditions seem to intuit some form of life after death.
By
instinct we seem to know that this life is too sorrowful and hurtful to be the
whole story. Too many lives are tragically cut short, or deeply devastated by
circumstances over which they had no control. We spiritually intuit that there
must be more to long for and expect. Even those of us who have many advantages
in this life die with unfinished business and the realization that our lives
are not complete.
So
what will life after death, life in “heaven,” life in that bright new world
look like, feel like, be like?
It’s
hard to imagine.
I
believe that life in that world will be a dynamic process of continued
development and growth. No sitting around in mansions playing harps or basking
in luxury.
Whatever
the particulars, I feel confident there will be no end to our learning,
exploring, risking, growing, working, playing, evolving—this is basic to our
humanity.
Human
reality at its best is one glorious adventure pervaded by grace and fueled by
the need to share and spread the healing, transforming power of unconditional
love.
A
version of this blog appears on readwave.com
For
those interested in learning about a progressive approach to Christian faith
and spirituality check out my book: Being a Progressive Christian (is not) for
Dummies (nor for know it alls) http://nurturingfaith.info/?p=1297/ The questions at the end of each reflection
make this a great resource for reading and study groups.
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