The Beautiful Death

November 6, 2011

My walk to the office.

I park a few blocks away from my office.  In part because there are rarely any spaces next to my building but mostly because I enjoy the walk.  19th century homes give way to our beautiful campus at Concordia University St. Paul.

This time of year, the pathway I take is blanketed with death.  Thousands upon thousands of leaf-corpses lie dead as I step on them, sometimes causing me to slip.  But this death is not ugly or morbid as most think.  This death does not produce a negative visceral reaction that others do.  This death is radiant.  This death is fragrant. The transition through which the tree-leafs journey leaves a visual and surreal masterpiece of brilliant colors.  And in this, they also give and experience new life.  I love this beautiful death.

Our lives are leafs.  Birth – Growth – Life – Transition – Death – Life.  We have a few years here and then fall into the beautiful slumber of death.  Then we are awakened, once again, to the brilliance of life.  Christ has done it for us.  Christ has paved our pathway in His beautiful death-life.  And as the Bible says,

“Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die, this Scripture will be fulfilled:
‘Death is swallowed up in victory.
  O death, where is your victory?  
O death, where is your sting?’” 1 Cor. 15:54-55.

Next week, we will have snow and my pathway to work will be blanketed by a different death.  No matter.  I will crunch through remembering that death has no sting for me.  I will celebrate the joy in death that gives life.  I will thank the Lord that I will be counted among those who are loved, saved and redeemed by Jesus.  What a beautiful death.

Peace!


I Want More Pictures

May 12, 2010

I’ve poured over them.  I’ve studied them.  I’ve printed, emailed, posted and cropped them.  They are the pictures I have of Makenzie.  I know every shadow and line of her face in the photos and they remind me of the joy and full life that she lead.

As of late, Kellie and I are longing for NEW pictures.  We scanned the full Senior Class picture from her high school but didn’t find her twinkling eyes or wide teethed smile in the midst of the faces.  We looked at the end of the year Facebook pictures from her friends but she was not in them.

What we’d give to see her on her last day of High School.  How we long for those photos which would tell us that her life with us was continuing.  But they are not there.

Don’t get me wrong.  We are very grateful for the pictures and video that we have; especially from Caitlin and the last photo shoot.  But to see her in a graduation robe, playfully grabbing the tassel with her tongue, would be an incredible gift.

I wonder if there are camera’s in Heaven; to capture the events and experiences that we will have with her.  Probably not.  But just being with her again — with everyone again — gathered around Jesus’ throne — will be the ultimate photo op!

(NOTE: I intentionally didn’t add any pictures to this post.  I just didn’t feel like any were appropriate.  And even if one fit, the post would still be image-less.  Today, pictures just seem empty)

Peace,

todd

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Changing the Lyrics

May 6, 2010

Makenzie and Nathan playing and singing

If I let my thoughts wander, setting them adrift on the breeze of the past, often, they come to rest on Makenzie’s love of music.  This morning, they recall a song that sprang from her 6th grade lips every time we were driving in the car.  Her favorite — my favorite — FFH’s “One of These Days.”

A snipett of lyrics reads:

One of these days
Gonna see the hand that took the nails for me
One of these days
Gonna hold the key to the mansion built for me
One of these days
Gonna walk the streets of gold that were paved for me
One of these days
I’m gonna see my Savior face to face
One of these days

This morning, my thoughts paint the new lyrics that Makenzie now sings:

Even today
I can see the hand that took the nails for me
Even today
I can hold the key to the mansion built for me
Even today
I’m walking the streets of gold that were paved for me
Even today
I can see my Savior face to face
Even today

I can’t wait to sing the changed lyrics with her.  Someday … someday.

Peace,

todd

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