The time for sorrow and suffering is over. That’s what you and I will hear when our souls enter into heaven. Can you hear the words being spoken as you enter into the Kingdom? “The time for sorrow and suffering is over.” Can you smell the heavenly scent? Can you feel the soft cushion of the plush green heavenly grass under your bare feet? Can you taste the cool clean sparkling water from the nearby heavenly stream? Can you see your Savior in His full splendor and glory sitting on His throne?
Last Monday while I was in the adoration chapel, a former client of mine, Mary Grace Schneider, arrived for one of her weekly holy hours. I noticed that there was something different about her, but it didn’t register in my brain until she asked me to pray for her. That’s when I realized what was different. She had walked into the chapel without a brace or other walking device, something she had not been able to do for several years.
As you may know, the Broadway show, Wicked, played in Peoria from October 12th through October 30th. When tickets went on sale a few months ago, I bought tickets for me, Georgette, and our three youngest daughters, Mary, Christine and Teresa. Tickets ranged in price from $42 to $127. I got by “cheap” by purchasing the $42 (second balcony) tickets for a total cost of $210..
When I was boy, there was a game show on television called “Let’s Make A Deal.” On the show, a contestant was shown three curtains to choose from. Behind one of the curtains, there was usually a gag prize such as a live mule or a bucket of dirt. Behind the other two curtains were expenses prizes. The object of the game was to choose one of the curtains that had prizes behind it. After the contestant chose a curtain, the curtain was opened to reveal what the contestant won.
In the early summer of 1967 (when I was 10 years old), while holding onto the end of an old rubber garden hose, I climbed up the Weeping Willow Tree in the back yard of my parents’ home. When I got about 20 feet up, I climbed out onto a thick branch and tied the end of the hose to the branch. Since my intention was to use the hose to swing around like Tarzan, I made sure it was securely fastened to the tree limb.
On a Sunday afternoon in March of 1968, when I was 11 years old, one of my aunts packed her 8 children (6 boys and 2 girls) into her station wagon and took them over to my Grandparents’ house to visit. At that time, we lived in the country and my parents’ home was next-door to my grandparents’ home.
Have you ever heard of a “life coach”? Among other things, a life coach is someone who gets paid to provide private coaching to people who are trying to achieve balance in their lives. The areas of life in which balance is ordinarily sought include spiritual, mental, emotional, physical, social and financial (not necessarily in that order).