Thursday, April 24, 2014
By MERLE G. STEVA
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REFLECTIONS is a column written by members of Maine's faith-based community. Opinions expressed in the column reflect the author's view and not necessarily that of the newspaper.
She loved to dance, and, if there were dancing at the heart of reality, she wanted to be invited. Her final words at the end of that scrap of writing were, "So save a dance for me!"
Is it possible that she may yet hear in one glad, ecstatic moment someone speaking from over her shoulder, asking, "Margie, may I have this waltz with you?"
AND WHAT ABOUT US? My Easter thoughts seem always to end in tears of laughter. I believe that at nightfall, I shall hear my name upon the lips of my Creator.
God – who has, in so many ways, spoken my name in this life – will, after I have gone as far as this body is going to carry me, again speak my name.
I hear God saying, "Come! In my house there are many rooms. I have made preparations for your coming."
Just so! Overwhelmed by an infinite gladness, our deaths shall be swallowed up in our being, called into the eternal fellowship of God's Easter people.
"For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus." (Romans 8:38-39)
Merle G. Steva is a retired minister in the United Church of Christ and a member of First Parish in Saco.