When we
reach the proverbial Pearly Gates –
obviously in
the afterlife, as all humor assures us –
there will
be at least three primary tribal cable cars,
and a pile
of folks who can't make up
their minds
about which one to board.
The first
car has stops labeled
"Golden
Paved Parkway",
"Holy
Harp Highway", and
"Rulekeeper's
Road".
The folks
who race to a seat on this car –
ones you
couldn't peel out with a pry bar –
are sure
they're going to the mountaintop.
They seem to
have an incredulous
facial
expression, as if they can't believe
some of the
folks they've known for years
are actually
here with them.
I wonder if
they might actually be stopping
back at
kindergarten to learn rudimentary grace:
hold hands
when crossing the street;
share what
you have;
listen so
you can learn;
forgive as
you've been forgiven.
The second
car is hesitantly boarded
by folks who
aren't entirely convinced
they should
have been let through the gates.
They're
looking over their shoulders
for a
bouncer, sure that the ruse
will be up
any minute.
The stops on
this car are labeled
"Caboose
AVE",
"Skin
of Teeth Street", and
"Last
Minute Reprieve LN".
These folks
are convinced they're headed
for the
Roach Trap Motel,
if not the
Servants Headquarters.
I think they
might actually be headed
for a big
party - one thrown especially
and
specifically for each of them,
where
they'll see their own name
written in
the Lamb's Book of Life
in the ink
of love and the font of grace.
The third
car doesn't really look like
it's on
tracks that are going anywhere,
but the
folks who are boarding it
don't seem
to be concerned.
They seem
perfectly content to exit
at stops
labeled "Here Now HWY",
"Leisurely
Listening LN",
and
"Enough AVE".
If it looks
like these people feel at home –
like they're
natives - it's probably
because they
realized long ago,
when the
pretense and the pretending
fell away
and they decided to live
a life of
passion and abandon,
that both
eternity and paradise
are present
throughout our lives,
and not just
a prize to try
and earn or
fear losing.
I want to be
in the third car,
but
sometimes I find myself
in one of
the other two.
How about
you?
© 2016 Todd
Jenkins
I love this completely wild Prodigal story!!!
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