When you get to the end of the movie and have done everything you are supposed to do from the time you arrived, you wait for that phone call.
Not sure who decides the number or who makes the call, but your time will come when it rings. Whether you answer or not is up to you. Unfortunately, they don’t leave a voice mail or call back.
Some will say this is the call is to come home. Some is to say that this call is inevitable. Sometimes the call is early and sometimes you just sit and wait for the call.
The call might come from a long-departed family member or Saint Peter himself? Maybe heaven has a phone bank, due to the numbers they call during wars? If they put you on hold, what music do they play?
The call might come at any time. It could be when you are sleeping? It could be in the middle of a disaster? The call might come while running a marathon or lying in a coma surrounded by family? What happens if someone else answers the phone?
I expect the call is giving directions on where to pick up your wings and what is on the evening meal’s menu but it may need verification that the call connected with the correct person.
If the call comes in on the ‘red phone’ can you say, “Wrong number”?
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2 comments:
"Call" is an interesting way to refer to this. My life has been one of first (age 8) hearing the call to serve the Almighty, then rejecting the call, then running from the call, and finally surrendering to the call (age 24), and since then living out the call (sometimes well, sometimes not). Now I am very aware of how age is creeping up on me. And that, as you phrase it, there will at some time be the final call. I have chosen to believe in an eternity not based on behavior but hope in the resurrection of Jesus. That's me. I have a hope-based expectation. No matter if that proves to be right, I will not regret having hope. Hope is the life preserver that keeps me afloat when my country goes completely apeshit crazy and willingly elects a dictator wannabe. It's my nine grandchildren that I am most concerned about. My oldest grandchild, Beau (he turned 17 on Halloween) texted me about the kids his age that were at school on Wednesday crying. They know that their future may be in jeopardy. I have missed you Clyph. I have no idea what happened. You disappeared from my Facebook feed. I couldn't find a way to connect. I decided today to try again, knowing that on the 10th you'll turn 76. I am at peace with the coming call. In fact, there are days (like Wednesday) when I would actually have welcomed the escape, but then I would have missed Beau's text. Blessings brother, I would like to come see you sometime soon. I have bum right shoulder and will get it replaced in February. Maybe in January. Anyway, Happy Birthday! Burd
It's great to finally be able to connect with you on Facebook again. I loved this blog, and I want to give you a longer response soon. Burd
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