With permission, I’m posting these words from a college friend. I was privileged to read them and hope you will read them, too. This is the poignant stuff of memories, of spiritual sight, of faith. . . .
Easter, Resurrection and Promise
by Stan Manning
One year ago tonight, I kissed my sweet Mom on the cheek and whispered to her that she has earned her rest. My son then ever-so-softly put his arms around her neck and said “I love you, Mimi. I hope you meet Jesus tonight. Tell Him I said Hi.”
A few hours later, in the softness of a spring night, Mom received her Hope and Joy and Promise. Eyes that had not seen well at all in years were suddenly beholding things that I can only dream. Ears that had needed hearing aids, but still had trouble, were hearing the songs of angels and His voice.
I imagine that when Mom saw Jesus, she did tell him Hi for Cooper. And I imagine that He smiled and probably laughed. I imagine that she told Him all about her grandchildren, and then she went to find her close friends who had been waiting for her.
Easter is in two days. Today – this weekend – I celebrate the Resurrection and the Promise with a renewed vision. And I celebrate a family that has been led by His hand. And I am thankful for and proud of this family, and for all of our friends who have shared life with each one of us. You are a blessing.
I am blessed. May I never forget this. And may Easter be a renewing of Spirit and Faith and Celebrations and Promise.