At Jerry Delmark’s memorial service during the time of sharing multiple people got up and testified that he was an authentic Christian. He walked his talk. He loved God. He was a hard worker. He made a difference in the lives of those around him. I know this to be true because Jerry had a tremendous impact on our oldest son Bryan. Yet while the tributes were fittingly positive, it was Jerry’s daughter, Jackie, who subtly took us to a harder place. Yes, she cherished his humor and loving parenting but quietly she wondered why he had to suffer so painfully in the final leg of his journey. Her question was not addressed to us but to God.
I was born in Colorado Springs. I can’t remember the event but my birth certificate proves the date and location. Whenever I return to the Springs I feel like my batteries are getting recharged. Does that make any sense? Somehow, being in Colorado rejuvenates my spirit and I always look forward to a visit to that state. Yet, as beautiful as the state is, if I try to get in a workout by running at that high elevation, (lack of oxygen), I am quickly winded. After just a few days, my sinuses are affected and my lips quickly chap in the dry air.
Psalm 8:1,9--Yahweh, our Lord,how magnificent is Your name throughout the earth! You have covered the heavens with Your majesty . . . Yahweh, our Lord, how magnificent is Your name throughout the earth!
Stephen wanted to talk and pray with me. Normally, he wants to pray with his mom before he goes to sleep. So I had a pretty good idea his biggest theological fear was gnawing again on his seven-year old mind. You see he’s afraid he’s not going to heaven. Compounding that anxiety is an inability to conceptualize heaven (sound human?), combined with the concern that eternity could be profoundly boring—after all, forever is a long time!