Tomorrow!

I am reading a historical novel about Quebec set in 1697. The author, one of my favorites, did extensive research for this book. She described many who came to Canada from France leaving family, privilege, and comforts behind. This wasn’t the case for the nuns. They came with each other. They came used to privation and brought with them a contented joy that many others did not have. She described how the nuns of Quebec would leave each other with the statement, “I hope we shall meet in heaven.” It was said without judgement and as if it was a happy appointment. Maybe even tomorrow!

Now that Dad has passed over into eternity, this idea seems so much more beautiful to me. I often now look around at my house or my surroundings and I see how quickly life is racing by. The celerity of life astonishes me. I can be ravaged by the pain of it or I can adopt a better view: this eternal view. “I hope to see you in heaven.” A place of glorious reunion without the pain of separation. Heaven no longer feels distant or strange but home where LOVE dwells eternally.

So is it with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable.– 1 Corinthians 15:42