The sun was setting, and in the distance
a curtain of rain
veiled a rainbow.
A pocket of clouds lay just beyond.
A whisper of hope veiled in the clouds.
A promise that everything would be ok.
We had just come from a service where a husband and three kids the ages of my children had said goodbye to their mother.
Their mother, now with unveiled face, healed from her cancer and resting in the arms of Jesus.
Their mother, whose greatest wish conveyed throughout the service is that her children would remain steadfast in Him.
I walked along the shore with my only daughter only hours after that service, my reflections mirrored in this veil
these words from Corinthians coming to mind as I imagined what is must be like to say goodbye to my children
But we, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord are being transformed into the same image, from glory to glory just as from the Lord, the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 2:13
My friend is healed, beholding the Glory of the Lord.
And those of us left here somehow, after a glimpse of His glory behind the veil are left to be transformed into the same image, from glory to glory….
In the Greek, glory, doxa, one definition translates to this:
- of sun, moon and stars.
- magnificence, excellence, preeminence, dignity, grace
- majesty…a thing belonging to God.
In the dusk of that evening,
I reflect that my friend belongs to God
I reflect on the dignity and grace of her last days
the sun reflects in the sky and the moon rises
and my daughter
reaches beneath the moon, reaches forward, reaches for new possibilities… hope
I wonder why some of us are left behind, and some of us are taken
and see how there is too much transforming left to do
so I too
will reach beyond myself
reach forward, stretching to places uncomfortable and unknown
and someday, when all is unveiled
I will behold His glory