Just when I think nothing out of the “nom” has happened in my life for a while, my grandson proves me wrong.
Everett is five. Five is still part of the age of magic and believing without reservation or fear. I dread the day he begins to lose what we call “childhood” and turns into a “big kid.” You know, the one who rolls his eyes at the mere mention of Santa and starts to question whether God is everywhere or even real. For now, though, I treasure peeking through his innocent eyes and soul at what we grown-ups can no longer see or hear. Unless were one of those fortunate few.
Saturday is his day with us, his Oma and Opa and he wanted to go to “Old McDonalds.” Another thing I dread is the day he discovers it’s really just “McDonalds” but for now we all refer to this international house of burgers in his terms.
As we were unbuckling ourselves from the trusty “Oma-mobile,” he said to me, “I hear Juniper sometimes.” Juniper is his little sister and we lost her this past spring. She was born too early and never breathed here on earth.
“Really? What does she say?” I’m rooted to the spot.
“Well, right now she says ‘come with me.’”
“Because we’re crossing the street?”
“Yes, she’s my angel and my other angel gets tired sometimes and needs a break.”
At this we skip to the door and he leaves me to order while he begins to play on the playground with two other boys. End of discussion. He’s imparted what he had to tell me and goes about his life. Me? I’m so stunned I can barely remember whether he told me “fries” or apple slices. Fries, I think.
Picking a table close to the action, I watch him run, whoop and holler with the other kids and marvel.
Children don’t need proof. They don’t need to investigate or ask others what their opinions or experiences are. They don’t (until they’re older, drat it) worry about whether or not anyone thinks they are crazy or stupid or politically correct. In my humble opinion, I feel this is due to the fact that they are so much closer to Heaven than we are.
When Cody (Everett’s father, my youngest son) was five he saw what he called “white fades.”
He saw and heard them at home, at school and on the playground. They even were in the school bathrooms, he told us and they talked but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. I remember he told us that it was “like they were behind glass of something” and although he could hear them speaking, he couldn’t hear the words they said. Every child had one, he told us.
When he was seven, as I recall, he began to mention the “white fades” less and less. It seems not all kids saw them and he began to feel different, out of place. In time, he quit talking about them at all. I’ve asked adult Cody if he remembers the white fades and he does remember talking about them but he get’s that wistful smile on his face that lets me know he doesn’t truly remember them. What a shame. So, are children just imagining angels and little sisters they’ve never met?
I don’t think so.
Some will say it’s impossible to bridge the two worlds and I ask how do they know that?
Jesus appeared to Paul on the road to Damascus after he’d been crucified and resurrected. As we’re told in the Bible, a bright light blinded Paul and a voice said, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”
(The Lord had not changed his name to “Paul” yet.) “Who are you, Lord?” Saul, now blind, asked.
“I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting. Now get up and go into the city and you will be told what you must do.” Those with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. Acts 9, versus 3, 4, 5 and 6, New International version of the Bible.
Bet those with him told themselves later that Saul/Paul was nuts. Sure, they saw the light and heard the sound and yeah, the man was blind for three days and became the very thing he’d thrown others into prison for but…
Maybe that’s why Jesus said, “Let the little children come unto me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs so such as these. I tell you the truth; anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” Mark 10, 13-15, New International version of the Bible.
The Bible is chock full of “impossible,” unbelievable things! One might even say supernatural or paranormal things.
So, the question remains. Do I believe Everett hears Juniper? Yeah, I do. Did I believe his father at this same age? Yes, I did.
What do you believe? Do you believe the impossible?
Hope to see you on the other side.