“Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself…” Matthew 6: 34
That scripture is from the Sermon on the Mount. A very fine blueprint for living: Matthew 5-7.
There are many things I miss from my pre-cancer life. One of the biggest ones is working. I miss putting on my boots and futzing around the back yard. I miss washing all the dishes then cleaning the sink to as bright a white as I can get. I miss using my body. I miss bicycling. And swimming. And hiking. And walking.
So as half my brain has given up, “the morrow,” I decided to fill up that empty spot with dreams of heaven. One of the first things I hit upon when thinking about heaven was the idea of work. Work makes me happy. I love the physical exhaustion of a good hard day in the garden. Why wouldn’t work be part of heaven? I bet it is. And if there is here is what my job would be.
I haven’t come up with a good title; although “Official Greeter” does work. Here’s how I imagine it. You know when you go to the airport, you stare at the big, “Departure” and “Arrival” signs? I hear it’s that way when you are in surgery as well, although the signs say things like, “In Surgery,” and “Recovery.”
Every morning I’ll wake up and look at the arrival and departure times. Before I explain all of it, I must tell you about one of my core beliefs. It’s a belief that comes from my Mormon upbringing, and one I have always felt deep in my heart as true. I believe that all spirits are together in a world called the pre-existence. This is where we live as spirits before we are born. One of the biggest compliments you can give another Mormon is, “We must have known each other in the pre-existence.”
I also believe that the after life and the pre-existence are in the same place. My son is crazy for my Grandpa Warren. Grandpa died in 1983. Mac’s feelings for him are very real. I do think they knew each other. So there’s where the departure board kicks in: souls heading to Earth for their turn to practice free-will and to learn to make good choices. Maybe one morning the board will tell me that my first grandchild is about to be born. I’ll hop on my bike and ride there to wish my grandchild godspeed and tell her again how excellent her mom, (Quinn) is.
The arrivals are the same idea; only waiting for someone to pass on. I fully expect for my Grandpa Warren to be waiting there for me, to take me to the rest of my family. On arrival days I may hike to the arrival point. The person arriving may be a close friend or family member; or someone I don’t even know but needs some extra cheering on.
I think the job fits me. I’ll get to use my body to go places; under my own power! And I really am a cheerleader at heart; how excellent to cheer people on after running the marathon of their lives. And to see spirits make the leap into the unknown, ready to experience life on Earth.