The use of the word “cloud” implies a different entity – possibly above us and enveloping us.
“We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses” ( Hebrews 12:1). Can’t the God who knows our hearts determine when and how to send a message of hope? Can’t he “save” our souls with a glimpse into his beautiful world and the affirmation that our loved ones are with him? God is faithful in providing that boost of encouragement exactly when we need it. Cora knew the dog was playing with her invisible son, and a piece of her fractured heart began to heal.Ī common argument asks, “Why would someone in heaven watch what is happening on earth? That would simply make them sad.”īut what if God protects the deceased from the sadness and allows only what brings them, as well as us, joy? She looked in the backyard and saw something that had not happened since Buddy became ill: The dog cavorted around the perimeter of the yard, jumped over the tree stump, then played peek-a-boo under the sheets drying on the clothesline. They often played in the backyard, cavorting around the perimeter of the yard, jumping over a tree stump, and playing peek-a-boo under the sheets drying on the clothesline.Ĭora’s precious Buddy died in the flu epidemic of 1918. In her 80s, Cora loved reminiscing about her life during World War II, the Depression, and the rebuilding of the United States.Ĭora shared with me that her son, Buddy, loved his dog. Several years ago, I met a remarkable woman in a nursing home. Saul asked for advice and God allowed it through his deceased servant, Samuel. Samuel asked, “Why have you summoned me?” He and Saul discussed the kingdom and Samuel critiqued the embattled king. Granted, Saul made the connection through the witch of Endor ( 1 Samuel 28), but God allowed that experience. In the Old Testament, we read the story of King Saul, who asked to speak to the prophet Samuel.
We are told about the thin veil between heaven and earth, and scripture bears witness to the possibility of movement from one to the other. Not just from my experiences, but also from others who have reported similar incidents. But as tears filled my eyes and the music swelled to its crescendo, I knew Dad heard me, sitting in that empty chair, balcony left.Ĭan our loved ones look down on us and occasionally visit? I believe the answer is yes. Then the still small voice whispered, “He’s here, up in the balcony, on the left.” At 85, he had lived a full life yet I still missed him and the musical connection we shared. How he would have enjoyed hearing such a beautiful production! One year before, he had stepped into eternity. In the soprano section, we stood in matching black concert dresses, voices raised with joy.Īs we sang, I thought about my dad. As the melodies of Bach’s Oratorio filled the cathedral, I waited for our cue. The conductor raised his baton, then nodded toward the orchestra.
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