You knew it was coming, didn’t you?
I mean, it’s the question we have to ask. . .answer, many different times in our lives, isn’t it?
So, do you?
Do you believe in, dare I ask, (yeah, I triple dog dare) H-E-A-V-E-N?
It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably more affirming than anything.
More substantiating is that it’s happened to different types of people in different economic, religious, sexual orientation, gender, racial and generational realms.
It happened again this morning at a funeral I was conducting.
He had lived 71 years and had just died of cancer. He’s the father of four children, grandfather of 22 and husband to a wife of 45 years.
It was a true celebration of his life…at time where we were all participating in remembering, honoring and celebrating all of the things he held dear and that made him so uniquely theirs. As we we were drawing to the close of the service, I said, “This is not a good-bye so much as a, ‘see-you-later.’ What you have had, you absolutely still have; that’s a Gift, one you’ve all received, benefited and now, as the greatest honor of all–one you will all now share as it has first been shared with each of you.”
And then it happened. It HAPPENED!
I said, “you have not heard the last of Red,” and I hadn’t taken a pause or a breath before this huge flower arrangement fell from it’s stand and smashed loudly against the wall beside the casket.
The people in attendance went wild. I assured them I had no remote control that I had detonated at the precise time I had said, “You haven’t heard the last of Red.”
If it happened ONCE, yes, maybe. After twenty years of hospice work and literally thousands of funerals later, I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe everything being on purpose for a purpose. Today was no different. Like the other incidences, the Gloom went to BOOM and there was laughter, shoutings of, “I knew he’d sent me a sign!”
I VALIDATED their experience. . .it was a little tough denying a loudly falling flower arrangement!
Compassion arrived as an Adjective, stayed as a Verb, and tipped it’s hat as a Noun!
Transformation was rampant. . . .
Do you? Do you believe in such things? Tripled-dogged-dare believe in Heaven.
No! N O, I DON’T!
I Know. . .and so do others!
Maybe the biggest surprise, at least for me–I didn’t have to lose a heart beat to experience it.
Around you: Look, Listen, Taste, Smell, Touch. . .and you’ll feel it too!
Join me. . .at least entertain the Offer!