I did not cry with I graduated High School. Several of the girls got a little teary and I got the longest hug I ever got from one of my friends after our graduation. I dearly loved Harding University but did not cry at that graduation. Nor did I weep at the completion of my Masters program. We had graduated. We had completed something and were now being set free. Oh once in a while I might long for a cool fall evening and a football stadium. Occasionally might remember what it was like to be 16-18 and be unfettered by sore limbs, lack of energy and old injuries. You can have injuries at 16, 17 and 18 but you can’t have old injuries. But all in all graduation is a celebration not a regret and not a sad occasion. The friendships I made in college were and are far superior to many of the acquaintances I had in High School. Many of my adult relationships have a deeper quality than some of my college connections.
I teared up a little when my old faithful car had to be replaced. After 192,000 miles and many adventures it just wouldn’t go anymore. The body was sold for scrap, the hard top was sold to a friend and the tires brought $400.00. (It didn’t have air conditioning, the window wouldn’t roll down and if it did it would only go back up if I took the door panel off.) My window handle was small pair of vice grips. Remind me sometime why I was sad.
One day we will graduate from the physical to the spiritual. One day we will leave the temporary for the permanent. One day we will trade being mortal for being immortal. One day we will trade a tired, weak, broken vehicle for something celestial and far, far superior.
Death doesn’t end anything but begins everything.
Paul says, “the time of my departure is at hand”. I was told that the “departure” was a special word that described the cutting loose of ship and letting it go unencumbered into to open ocean to be driven by the winds….what a ship is designed to do. Paul saw that as a good thing; As freedom, graduation, liberation and celebration.
I teared up a little when my old faithful car had to be replaced. After 192,000 miles and many adventures it just wouldn’t go anymore. The body was sold for scrap, the hard top was sold to a friend and the tires brought $400.00. (It didn’t have air conditioning, the window wouldn’t roll down and if it did it would only go back up if I took the door panel off.) My window handle was small pair of vice grips. Remind me sometime why I was sad.
One day we will graduate from the physical to the spiritual. One day we will leave the temporary for the permanent. One day we will trade being mortal for being immortal. One day we will trade a tired, weak, broken vehicle for something celestial and far, far superior.
Death doesn’t end anything but begins everything.
Paul says, “the time of my departure is at hand”. I was told that the “departure” was a special word that described the cutting loose of ship and letting it go unencumbered into to open ocean to be driven by the winds….what a ship is designed to do. Paul saw that as a good thing; As freedom, graduation, liberation and celebration.
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