My daughter and I used to play a game while driving on highways or county roads. We kept our eye out for certain types of side roads along the way that looked especially inviting. Sometimes it was a road leading uphill, beyond which you couldn’t see, but could imagine perhaps another world altogether being on the other side. Other times it might be a long curvy driveway that made us wonder if some sort of stately mansion lay at the end of it. Or maybe just a quaint little fairy-tale cottage. We both have rich imaginations, as you can tell. We never had time to turn aside to follow these paths, but then again, it wasn’t about going there. It was about the mystery, the yearning, and the possibilities.
I like to think that when death comes, it will be like the Lord beckoning me to follow one of those alluring paths, but this time to the world beyond, to see at last what has been just shrouded in mystery and yearning, to go at last to the place where all has been made new and right.
It makes me think of Gandalf’s wonderful encouragement to Pippin in “The Return of the King” movie before the battle in Gondor when all seems lost.
Pippin: I didn’t think it would end this way.
Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we must all take. The gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
Pippin: What? Gandalf? See what?
Gandalf: White shores, and beyond, far green country under a swift sunrise.
Pippin: Well, that isn’t so bad.
Gandalf: No. No it isn’t.
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One begins to understand why the book of Revelation ends with John saying “Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”
I’ll probably delete this in the morning…
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The second photo just captures me. I want to follow that path.
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Kindred spirit!!
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