Sunday, April 16, 2017

THE GREAT AWAKENING

“One short sleep past and we wake eternally.”
—John Donne

I have a treasured memory of gatherings with family friends when our boys were small. We adults would talk into the night. The children, weary with play, would curl up on a couch or chair and fall sleep. 

When it was time to leave, I would gather our boys in my arms, carry them to the car one by one, lay them in the back seat and take them home. When we arrived I would pick them up again, take them to their beds, tuck them in, kiss them goodnight, turn out the light and close the door. In the morning they would awaken—at home.

This has become a parable for me of the night on which we “sleep in Jesus,” and awaken in our eternal home, the home that will at last heal the weariness and homesickness that has marked our days. 

Poets, philosophers and raconteurs have often compared sleep and death. In sleep our eyes are closed, our bodies are still, our respiration so slight we seem not to be breathing at all. Ancient writers, in fact, referred to sleep as a “little death.”

The New Testament writers picked up the symbol and gave it new meaning. While secular Greek poets and other authors referred to death as “perpetual sleep,” or “everlasting sleep,” the sacred text speaks of sleep that leads to a great awakening.

Early Christians seized on the symbol. The catacombs in Rome, which were first constructed and used by the early Christians for burial sites, were called koimeteria (our word, “cemetery”) or “sleeping places,” a belief reflected in numerous inscriptions on sarcophagi: “She sleeps in Jesus.” 

Early Christians could extract the full meaning of the metaphor because they understood that death is almost exactly like sleep. We slumber and awaken immediately after. (We’re not conscious of time when we fall asleep.) Thus sleep is good and nothing to fear. Death, in fact, is heaven’s cure for all earth’s afflictions—“good for what ails us,” my mother used to say. 

John Donne, whom I quoted above, has one of the best commentaries on death as sleep, or so it seems to me. He begins with his oft–quoted phrase “Death be not proud, though some have called thee / Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.” 

“Really?” we ask, “Death not dreadful?” Donne, a devout Christian, answers that death cannot boast because it cannot kill us. Death is mere “rest and sleepe,” and, he continues, there is great pleasure in sleepe: “much more must flow”—a place to rest our weary bones.
“Why swell'st thou then,” Donne asks of Death, “One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, / And death shall be no more...”

I came across an Old Testament text the other day, a closing comment that, ”Moses died…at the word of the Lord.“ The Hebrew text reads, ”Moses died…with the mouth of the Lord,“ a phrase ancient rabbis translated, ”With the kiss of the Lord.“ 

Is it asking too much to envision God bending over His children in their final hour, and kissing them goodnight? Then, “one short sleep past, we wake eternally.” We’re all getting closer to that great gettin’ up day. 


David Roper

Saturday, April 15, 2017

When I Get to Where I’m Going

As I look back on my years I have to say that I'm amazed at how quickly they’ve gone by. Someone has compared the brevity of life to the dash between the birth and death dates on our gravestones. I arrive. Swoosh. I’m gone.

When I do go, I want you to know that I’ll still be alive, more alive than ever before. Strength, dignity, mental acuity, ease of movement, excdllent eyesight and hearing, freedom from pain—I get all that back and then some. Furthermore, there'll be mountains, streams, rivers, lakes, flowers, art, music, books, dogs and all the other stuff that I love.

I know I’m going to Heaven because I take Jesus at His word. He said that everyone and anyone who believes in Him will live forever. And then He rose from the dead to show us that He meant what He said.

So, when I get to where I'm going, I'm going to look around for all my family and my friends. I pray that you’ll be there. Woody Allen once said that the most important thing in life is showing up. Philosopher Peter Kreeft quips, “That goes for the afterlife as well.”


David Roper

Friday, April 14, 2017

Homeless

Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may lay her young...

—Psalm 84:3

The author, a member of Israel's temple choir, was far from home. "Why should I be homeless," he laments, "when sparrows and swallows have a home?" 

The answer to this man's question is quite simple: Sparrows and swallows are birds. We are not. Birds and animals feel at home in their environment, but you and I never will. We try to settle down, but in our heart of hearts we know that this world is not our home. We're made for Heaven and nothing else will do. Our souls "yearn for the courts of the Lord" (84:2). 

So... "Please your Master and be merry, and for this world give not a cherry." Happiness is knowing that we're just a-passin' through, making our way toward Heaven and home (84:5). One foot up and one foot down. "We're marching upward to Zion, the beautiful City of God!" 

David Roper

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Praise the Lord

Kings of the earth and all peoples,
princes and all rulers of the earth!
Young men and maidens together,
old men and children! 
Let them praise the name of the LORD... 148:11,12

"We (old folks) seem to have got left out of the old lists,” Tolkien’s Merry lamented. Yet the psalmist includes us: ”Let old men...praise the name of the Lord!" (148;12).

Sun, moon, stars, clouds, sea creatures, fire, hail, snow, mist, mountains, hills, fruit trees, cedar trees, wild animals, livestock, creeping things and flying birds, all creatures great and small—give a shout-out to God each morning because He sang them into existence (148:1-10).

We praise God for our existence as well, but more so for His redemptive love: He raised up a “horn”—a powerful deliverer—for us and brought us near (148:11-14). “Near so very near to God; nearer I could not be. For in the person of His Son, I am as near as He.” The love with which God loves His Son—such is his love for you and me.

Despite arthritic joints, aching backs and other discomforts, we can join with all creation and awaken each day with exuberant praise! ”God forbid that when all Thy creatures are greeting the morning with songs and shouts of joy, I alone should wear a dull and sullen face" (Olde John Baillie). 


David Roper

Going and Not Knowing

"By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing...