The Big Black Door

My friend Pastor John and I met at seminary many years ago. John was a native New Yorker and I was a native Californian. After graduation we both found ourselves  serving churches far removed from our roots. John in Bismarck North Dakota and me in Billings, Montana. We used to talk on a regular basis encouraging each other through the rigors of ministry, laughing and joking about our different cultural experiences. The Chericos were life-long friends with the Stuckey family and we watched our collective children grow and mature. A year and a half ago the Lord in His wisdom took Debbie home through ovarian cancer leaving John without his soul mate. It has and is a difficult journey for John. I share this with his permission.

 

The Big Black Door
Sometimes I see a large door in my mind’s eye. A big, black door, separating this life from the next. As I stand before this door, I listen carefully, but hear nothing. I wonder if my bride is standing on the other side, at the same moment. I wonder if she’s thinking of me? Missing me? Waiting for me? Is it possible that as I press my hand on the surface of that big black door, that she might be pressing her hand on the same spot, at the same time? I like to think she might. But how could she feel longing in a place that knows only completeness? A place where there is no feeling of loss, which makes missing someone impossible. Does she remember her life on my side of the door? Can she recall all we shared? Perhaps heaven has put all these things in a different context, that I can’t understand. I don’t want her to experience anything except, pure joy. Even if she’s doing this, without me. Without me. I have to do life without her. Maintaining the mundane things of my daily existence, alone. Cleaning, working, sleeping, living, without her. Even after a year and a half, the house is still filled with her absence. I am reminded daily, that I am, without her. Especially this time of year. Right now the color red seems to be everywhere. In the grocery store aisle packed with red hearts filled with candy. If not red than bright pink in the greeting card aisle. Fresh flowers hold no appeal. No point in buying, if you can’t give them to someone. But YOU can. Will YOU? Don’t allow the years to dull your senses to the person who shares your life. Love should never become so routine, that you always expect it to be there. One day, you see, it won’t be. One day you’ll stand in front of that big black door, listening, wondering & longing. So for now, celebrate the love you have, while you can. It’s a precious gift that can slip away so easily, before you know it.

 ~ Pastor John Cherico

 

Happy Valentine’s Day.

            P. Ken

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