Are
you listening? Really listening?
Unless
you accept God’s kingdom, here among you, with the simplicity of a child,
you’ll never see that you’re already in it.
Jesus
asked “Do you have any idea how difficult it is for people who have it all to
enter into God’s kingdom – to walk out the door, out of the box – and into the
freedom of God’s Kingdom?
It’s
like trying to get a church through the eye of a needle.
George
had lived in the same house all his life. He was born there and his father had
been born there before him. It was a big old house, built by the best craftsmen
of the day.
All
of George’s most precious memories had to do with this home. His birthdays, his
wedding day, the birth of his own five children, the death of his beloved
parents. His friends and extended family had come to this grand old house to
celebrate and to mourn with him.
The
house held all these shared memories. And it also held memories for George of
private quiet times. Times in the middle of the night when his heart was
troubled, when he had some great decision to make, when he felt so very alone –
the house was a comfort. It spoke to him. It held him. It knew him. The house
gave him solace the way a Mother comforts a child.
He
never felt so alone as when his wife of thirty years left him. She told him
that she needed to be free. That he and the house no longer held any passion
for her.
“Weren’t
the comforts of memories enough to sustain her?” he asked incredulously.
“No,
there is something calling to me – something wild and untamed. Something
unexplored and unknown -but also close to my heart and precious.”
She
explained these things to her husband’s sad blank expression…
“I
only know that if I don’t reach for it, go for it, I’ll feel that I have
betrayed my own best Self. I have this feeling that God has something more in
store for me – and that if I don’t pursue it God will be disappointed.”
She
felt like she’d have as much success explaining it to the family dog.
To
George, all meaning and purpose were wrapped up in the container that had
always held him, served him.
How
could another place offer anything more? How could another place replace what
he had here? It never occurred to him to sell off the house and join his wife
on her adventure. To exchange the known comforts of home for a search for the
unknown seemed too high a price to pay. To exchange security for risk seemed a
sacrilege to his parent’s memory.
And
so George learned to live alone in his big old house. The neighbours who would
come and visit and help him with chores slowly moved away. He had to hire in
help to take care of the place.
The
extra costs were chipping away at his retirement funds. More and more he asked
himself the question “Would his days outlast his funds, or would his funds run
out before his time?”
George’s
children would visit too. They’d rush in and tell him stories of their lives,
complain about the challenges, boast of their successes, wonder why he wanted
to stay in this big old place alone?
He
thought maybe one of them would like to take over the house? But no, they had
new houses with all the modern conveniences and appliances to serve their busy
lifestyles… “why not sell this house and get a condo?” they asked - knowing the
answer before they asked.
So,
they’d take a stroll down memory lane together and then they’d rush off to
follow their guiding star, each in their own direction, towards some distant
unknown destination.
It
was one clear silent night after a Thanksgiving weekend. After the last of the
turkey leftovers had been sandwiched and boiled and casseroled away. The night
air was crisp with a frost descending. The harvest moon had all but gone.
George knew that his evenings out on his beloved front porch were numbered so
he put on a jacket and went out to see the stars.
Looking
out into dark night strewn with diamonds it seemed a dark curtain was pierced
with pinpricks to reveal a wondrous white light beyond. It felt like everyone
he knew had gone off to follow one of those stars. So many different directions
to pursue, so many guiding lights to follow. George wondered which one was his?
Was there a star up there calling to him?
And
with that question, a question he had never asked before, he got an answer. He
fixed his eye on a star just above the western horizon and his heart leapt.
He
felt the electric spark in his chest - that caused blood to pump through his
veins - was in some way connected to that distant light.
He
knew that the Creator who had caused that star to twinkle in its place had also
caused that spark to first jump in his mother’s womb. That spark had become the
twinkle in his eye that made his mother laugh.
He
knew that for all the comforts of the fires he’d kindled in the hearth of his
big old house – those fires would all go
out. But the spark in his chest was connected to that distant star in a way
that was eternal.
And
George realized - perhaps for the first time - perhaps what he had long
forgotten - that to be alive is to reach
for the stars – a star – his heart’s desire.
That
to pursue it was why he was here. That within him was the call to reach further
out beyond his comforts for a prize that was worth risking everything for. That
star, that desire was not a fire in a hearth that would go out in the night.
That
star, that desire, was a fire from beyond that would never expire, that would
sustain his journey, provide for his needs, care for his weary feet – for as
long as he followed its light.
So
George, facing west, took his first baby step of discovery.
Q:
The difference between being a senior and being an elder?
A:
Elders are those who have mastered the art of “letting go”.
Are
you listening? Really listening?
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