Thursday, January 5, 2012

A Kodak Eternity

“Kodak moments.” That old series of commercials poignantly depicted snapshots of life; a soldier returning home from war, a daughter’s surprise visit from college, two old friends reconnecting. We all have those memorable slivers of time; their significance etched in our memory. We intuitively recognize those moments as the way that life should always be, but so rarely turns out.

I will never forget one such moment. My husband, Alan, and my brother, Don, had coached my three older boys on a Little League baseball team. Having enjoyed a very successful season, they needed only to win this last game to advance to the coveted city championships.

Our oldest son, Eric, was the starting pitcher that night. Due to his tendency to prefer last-minute wins, Eric had developed a reputation as the pitcher most likely to give the coach a heart attack. This night, however, he sailed through three innings, holding the other team scoreless while our own team produced three precious runs.

Then our second son, Stewart, came in as a reliever to close out the game. I could see how nervous he was. And I could barely breathe! It wasn’t that either of us cared so much about winning, but Stewart put a lot of pressure on himself to do his best. He hated to feel like he had let other people down. It would be a long ride home that night if he blew the lead.

He didn’t.

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Out of the nine batters that he faced in three innings, Stewart struck out the first eight. On the last play of the game, the batter hit a weak grounder back to Stewart and he easily threw him out at first base.

The stands erupted with jubilant cheering, and all those Little Leaguers were jumping up and down in riotous celebration. My husband and my brother catapulted from the dugout to congratulate the kids.

Spotting his dad, Stewart ran full speed towards him, launching himself into his arms. They turned circles together, hugging as they twirled.

Talk about a Kodak moment.

I still cannot recall that picture without tears. Why? Because for a single moment, life was perfect. There was nothing but shared elation and shared joy in celebrating the victory. It was the way life should always be; picture perfect and full of delight.

Later that night, Stewart walked to the car with his arm around me, and in an unsteady voice said, “I will never forget the summer of ‘87.”

Neither will I.

It was a little like heaven.

God has put into each of His children an anticipation of what heaven will be like. We have moments here that are filled with unadulterated joy. When we get to heaven every single instant will be like that. Life then will always be the way it is supposed to be.

I think that when that time comes and I see my Lord face-to-face, my reaction, like Stewart’s, will be to throw myself into my Father’s arms and joyously share in celebrating His victory.

And that will indeed be a Kodak eternity.

Can you picture it?

“He (God) will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

Revelation 21:4

Further reflection:

1. Read through these Bible passages: John 14:1-3; 1 Peter 1:3-5; Revelation 5:12-13.
2. As you think about heaven, what part of it are you looking forward to the most?
3. In what circumstances of your life do you see glimpses of heaven here on earth?

Father, I am so grateful not just for the hope of heaven, but for the certainty of it. Thank You that when I get there I will see You face-to-face. You will make all things the way they should be and I will get to rejoice with You as we celebrate Your victory.

7 comments:

  1. This is a great image of what it will one day be like!! I love the way you write.

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  2. I can almost picture it now. You write beautifully.

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  3. Great job, Chris! I'm so proud of you!

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  4. Thanks--I am so excited! It's a little like giving birth, a long process but it's finally here!

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  5. Beautiful!! I truly love your blog!

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  6. Chris, I love your stories. They touch a little place in my heart and mind that makes me understand and feel what you are saying.

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  7. Marilyn, thanks so much for your encouraging words!

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