Last night I went to Hendersonville First Baptist Church to hear their Christmas musical. I already had plans to attend but after an earnest plea on Facebook looking for a church whose music ministry might be performing a Children’s Christmas musical, I discovered that this musical was multi-generational. Children, youth and adults all come together and sing together. I was excited.
On Wednesday I asked Mom if she wanted to go with me and my friend Tima. She said, “Sure.” My heart was happy she wanted to go too.
Excitement and elation filled my thoughts throughout the day. It had been a long time since I went to any musical. In fact, probably the last Christmas musical was one my children and I participated in at Biltmore Baptist Church 11 years ago. The last Christmas Children’s Musical was “Mayhem in Bethlehem” presented at BBC 11 years ago.
Joy filled my heart as those precious children sang. So filled with wonder and awe, the joy beamed from their faces into the crowd. The innocence of youth. Lifting their voices high with praise to God.
As I sat there and listened, I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I looked up through the Adult Choir and I saw him standing there. Tall and proud to be a part of it all. Ned. There he was. Only he wasn’t there. Instead of him being in his familiar spot, his friend and prayer partner Jim was there. It was at that point I realized the sides had shifted. The bases and altos now sat where the tenor and sopranos sat and vice versa. I realized as the night wore on, it didn’t matter how the seating arrangement was. He was there or at least I could see him.
As the evening drew to a close, Karen Scoggins along with the choir sang “Amazing Grace” Now, if you’ve never heard her sing, trust me, she’s got pipes. This dainty precious soul can sing.
I knew Mom was crying. I didn’t dare look. Our friend, Linda, reached over to console her. Tima had her hand on her shoulder. Still I dared not look. Tears were already starting to form and I knew I might not be able to control them. As the final verse started, Mom was holding Linda’s hand and said, “I know where he is and I know I’m going to see him again,” Well, great. Thanks Mom. Tears festered and started to fall softly. Finally I glanced over in her direction and said, “Did you not bring any Kleenex?”
“No, I didn’t” She replied.
Linda asked if everything was ok. I told her we didn’t have Kleenex. She offered her scarf.
As the last song started, I began thinking about Mamaw and I began to smile then chuckle. I had to control myself from laughing out load. That’s about as difficult as keeping the tears from free-falling. For those of you who know me, I laugh a lot. Sometimes I squirrel laugh, that’s what my kids call it and sometimes I just laugh hard and loud; of course, according to Ned, nothing about me was ever quiet. Why was I having to fight hard to keep from laughing hysterically? Because I could just hear my precious Mamaw (Colleen) saying to me and mom, “You dummies! What do you mean coming without bringing Kleenex?”
You see, my grandmother, well she was always prepared for the best and the worst. She had Kleenex in every purse she owned and in about every pocket of every coat she owned. She also had other things too, like certs, certs and more certs, tylenol, Advil, cough drops……you name it she had it. Obviously, mom or I neither one takes after her.
Jimmy Valvano says, ” If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special.”
Well, these days I’ve been doing a lot of laughing and crying. I’m not pretending it’s not raw and I’m not pretending it’s easy when you lost someone you love, especially around the holiday season. What I am telling you that for everything there is a season and that’s what God’s word says.
Ecclesiastes 3 suns it up beautifully:
“There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven: a time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace and a time to avoid embracing; a time to search and a time to count as lost; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to tear and a time to sew; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.
I have seen the task that God has given the children of Adam to keep them occupied. He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also put eternity in their hearts, but no one can discover the work God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and enjoy the good life. It is also the gift of God whenever anyone eats, drinks, and enjoys all his efforts. I know that everything God does will last forever; there is no adding to it or taking from it. God works so that people will be in awe of him. Whatever is, has already been, and whatever will be, already is. However, God seeks justice for the persecuted.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 10-15 CSB