George and Rosie were married for forty years, and they loved each other deeply, so much so that they did everything together. They were inseparable in all areas of life, except one. Every Sunday morning, George drove Rosie to church, but while she attended the service, he sat in the car and read the paper.
In time, Rosie died, and for many Sundays after that, church members looked to the parking lot hoping to see George's car, but he was never there.
Several months passed until Easter morning when everyone was pleased to see George join the congregation.The minister delivered a stirring and passionate message on the Resurrection, and then, as was his custom, invited members of the congregation to respond. At that moment, George stood up and with deep emotion, shouted out, "Rosie lives!" Then he began to sing, “My wild Irish rose, the sweetwest flower that grows.”
One person joined in, then another, and finally, the entire congregation was singing what someone described as, “the most beautiful Easter hymn ever sung in our church.”
Of course, there are those who view God’s promise of eternal life with skepticism. My heart goes out to them, for they miss the joyous good news of our faith. Life makes no sense. The Christian faith makes no sense, and belief in God makes no sense without belief in a world after this one. Belief in a loving God demands completion of an incomplete universe.
I believe the words of St, Paul who wrote:
“God has prepared for us things beyond our seeing, things beyond our hearing, things beyond our imagining, all prepared by God for those who love him.”