In our lives we will, at least once, hear someone giving a speech about this or that or even a sermon in church. Some priest, Rabbi, or minister telling us about the “great beyond.” We listen to the speech, find one thing we do not agree with and dismiss the speech entire and call the orator a jerk. Say, if the orator says that “Trans” is real but the way people treat a Trans person is despicable. This doesn’t speak of whether anything about Trans is real though many will tell us it is as real as we are. Funny thing is, Trans wasn’t around twenty years ago and things that are “real” have been around since time began.
Above is one way to look at reality. I chose a speech because it narrows things down as nothing more than picking one possibility out among billions of possibilities. Billions of possibilities is rather unwieldy is it not? Imagine you’re trying to pick out two stepping stones to match some existing, and ancient, pathway but you didn’t bring a color photo and are not certain that the stone on the left or the stone on the right is a perfect match. Such is our lives. Trying to match what we remember to what is reality. We go through this day after day and when you get as old as I am it gets a wee bit tougher. Tougher because our mind is a great hall of file cabinets and if we didn’t sort and file away each and every memory alphabetically, we need to roam around that great hall searching one file cabinet after another. Alphabetized or not, if we don’t remember correctly we spend days trying to find a memory and then, voila, something triggers the correct memory but in the wrong place and then we have to remember who it was we were speaking to and what the subject was. Welcome to the Bible.
I want to bring the Bible up in so circuitous a manner because history written by man is one thing and history written by God, through men, is a completely different take on where we came from and how we got here in the first place. A fine kettle of fish, eh? Out of this old guy’s head comes a quick left turn into a new dimension. “I wasn’t ready for that,” you might think. As long as we are speaking of file cabinets our mind is separated into two possible “great halls.” One is for day to day, birth to death. The other is for after death and this is the more vacant of memories if one knows little about what the reality of our lives actually is. You see, time after death is far greater a timeline than birth to death. Once a person is born there is not a guarantee of timeline. Yet, time marches on. (there’s a lot of dust on that old phrase isn’t there?) I began thinking of the after death timeline at age twelve and am surprised as all get-out that I am where I am on this timeline of mine. There is a rather graphic story to this but that story is not for this website. If we meet, I’ll tell you about how dire it got for me as a youngster. So dire I turned to god and He rescued me from what I was stuck in. Hence, the Bible at age twelve and on and on through my entire life. I know and love God and His Son. More than I can say and doubt, seeing as I went to war, that I’ll see the next timeline but that is not for me to decide. I ain’t no saint, let me tell ya.
I’ll stop here and let you ruminate on what I put here. If you’re not confused by this then you’re smarter than me. That is a good thing.
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