This story seems to fit our
lives and our world right now.
George was nine years old.
Steve was seven. The two boys were brothers, and the best of friends.
They did everything together. They walked to school together, came home
together, ate their snack and played outside when it was warm and down
in the basement when it was cold together.
They watched the same television
programs, read the same books, played the same video games together.
Even when it was time for bed they went together. They slept in the same
room, in twin beds.
After mom and dad finished
their prayers, they talked until one or the other fell asleep. "What
was the best part of your day today?" George would ask his younger
brother. "Swimming!" replied Steve. "Yea, that was great,"
added George, "especially diving off the raft, and then seeing who
could stay under water the longest." "I bet I can beat you tomorrow,"
challenged Steve. "Maybe," replied George, "when you get
as old as me."
Steve liked to play tricks
on his older brother. In the morning Steve would wake up before George
and hide. When mom called them for breakfast George would wake up, look
over to Steve's bed, and not seeing him would jump up and call out his
name. Steve wouldn't answer! So George would look in the closet, the bathroom,
and under the bed...where Steve always seemed to be hiding. Finally, George
caught on and pretended he didn't know Steve was under his bed. The two
brothers and best of friends enjoyed the early morning game of hide-and-seek.
The day of the funeral, when
Steve's casket was lowered into the grave, George tried to jump in with
his younger brother, to be there with him, together. The death of Steve
was, of course, excruciating for everyone, including Pastor Schmidt, who
conducted the service. But when George tried to jump into the open grave,
this was almost too much for anyone to deal with. The grief was almost
overpowerful.
After the service, Pastor Schmidt
went to the home where Steve used to live. The rooms were filled with
family and friends. "Where is George?" Pastor Schmidt inquired
of his mother. "He's in his room and won't come out," she replied.
Pastor Schmidt went into the roo m, but did not find George. "George,"
he spoke out. No response. Again, he spoke, a little louder. "George!"
No answer. A third time, and the reply, "I'm here, and I'm never
coming out," came from underneath Steve's bed.
Pastor Schmidt talked to George until he was blue in the face, trying
to get him to come out from under Steve's bed. He told him about heaven
and how happy his brother, Steve, must be. He tried every argument and
bribe, even resorting to telling him how Steve
wouldn't like what he was doing. Nothing worked!
Finally, the Lord caught the
attention of Pastor Schmidt. Pastor Schmidt got down on his knees, spread
himself out on the floor, and crawled under the bed with George. The move
took some time because the space under the bed was not as large as the
space of Pastor Schmidt's body. The bed frame was pushing hard into his
chest and the floor seemed to push up on his back. But, he just lay next
to George and said, "Well, if you're going to stay here for the rest
of your life, then I'm going to stay here with you." After fifteen
minutes of eternity, George decided the two could crawl out and join the
rest of the family and friends.
After the whole experience,
Pastor Schmidt understood God and His love for us just a little bit better.
He said to himself and later to his congregation, "How grateful I
am that God always crawls under our beds and stays there with us when
we need Him to."
So many people these days are
"under their beds" because of the events of Sept. 11, or because
of broken relationships, or because of economic and financial problems,
or because of personal internal turmoil, or because of so many other issues
and adversities. But the news is GOOD! When we can't crawl out from under
our beds ourselves, God crawls under with us to love us and be
present with us, staying with us as long as it takes. Then, because of
His constant love and presence, the time indeed does come when we can
crawl out and live and thrive and have joy and peace return.
The man we call St. Paul said
it so well: "For I am convinced that there is nothing in death or
life, in what happens today or may happen tomorrow, in a power from on
high or a power from below, or anything else in God's whole world that
will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Amen to that!
Justin Kollmeyer is senior
pastor of Prince of Peace Lutheran Church on Hwy. 314 between Lowe's and
Fayette Pavilion. Worship services are open to the public each Sunday
for 8 a.m. Early Service, 9:30 a.m. Contemporary Service, and 11:15 a.m.
Pipe Organ Liturgical Service. For more information, please call 770-461-3403
or log onto www.popdove.com .
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