“Stop me if you’ve heard this one.”
Before I met my husband I had a little concern about marriage. I wondered how people could maintain a relationship full of interesting conversation for years on end. I mean, I only had a limited number of stories to tell from my short 17 or 18 years of life. I wondered what I would find to talk about after my husband had heard all my stories.
My fear was confirmed when I had been dating Josh for a few months and he said the dreaded words to me… “you’ve already told this story to me.” Oh my word! I was becoming my Grandmother, repeating stories she just finished telling while everyone politely smiled with tolerant, indulgent expressions frozen on their faces. My fear was confirmed… I was boring.
I knew we could always talk about the present, but the present was still evolving so in my mind it’s not really a story yet. And we could always talk about our dreams for the future, but that was quickly exhausted as well when we admitted that we had no money to do any of the things we dreamed of doing. Sigh. What would we talk about? Would we end up like those dull, married couples that go to a restaurant and sit there staring blandly at their plates as they eat in silence with nothing to say to each other? Lord preserve me from such a fate!
So here I am, blogging. This post is my 201st. I’ve been posting blogs 5 days a week since January of this year. I’m doing pretty well, achieving a particular goal that I set for myself. But I’ve discovered that this blog really kills the Retell Value of all my stories. If I post a story on the blog, I forfeit my chance of telling it again in conversation with my friends here in San Jose, friends on Facebook, and family back home. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started into a story and someone has stepped on my intro. with “Oh Yeah, just like you said in your blog last week! That was great.” I feel like that Chris Farley character from Saturday Night Live who interviews famous people with simple questions like, “Remember when you said, ‘I’ll be back’? Yeah, that was great.” Just call me the Conversation Killer! I have no new stories to tell.
So if you’ve heard this before, just indulge me and let me retell my story for a while. Then it will be less obvious when I start losing my marbles and truly turning into my Grandma.
My husband is an avid sports fan. In his sports world there are two great events: The beginning of Fantasy Football Season and the Super Bowl. These special dates are trumped only by the Olympics. When the Olympics are on, the rest of life is on hold. Thankfully, technology has made it possible to record this event for more convenient viewing at your leisure. Remember when we used to record TV programs on VHS tapes? Raise your hand if you’ve ever accidentally recorded over something important when you reused one of those VHS tapes. Yep, been there done that. Thank goodness for DVR and TVO technology. No more tears over taping “Steel Magnolias” over the Olympics…
So while my hubby was camping in the jungle with a team of college students, I was sitting comfortably on the couch at home watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics. Now let me clarify, due to my likely case of latent adult ADD which prevents me from watching more than 15 minutes of TV at a time before I must get up and fold a load of laundry or mop the floor, I was watching snippets of the opening ceremony. Let’s see. I watched the parade of nations from Iran to Sudan and I watched Paul McCartney singing the chorus of “Hey Jude”… and that’s about it. But it was enough to make me start thinking about Heaven.
Apparently, it doesn’t take much to get me thinking about Heaven. But I spent the rest of the evening wondering if we will have a parade of nations in Heaven. When we are all reunited with our God, I think there will be a parade. Imagine this. The Bible says that there will be believers from every tribe and nation from all times and eras. Every people group will have a remnant to present to Jesus as His inheritance as the Son of God. How proudly God will display His Saving Grace! Every color of face, every language, every culture will be represented as we parade before the Heavenly audience of angels. Imagine the applause as we cheer for our fellow brothers and sisters in the Lord. It’s a celebration that will cause the Olympics to pale in comparison!
I’m excited for that day! On my blog, I get to see what countries readers come from. Every morning I check and see if my 3 readers in Japan have checked in, my 5 readers in Thailand, my 6 from Costa Rica. Whenever I see a new dot on the map, I get excited. Today I had a new dot on United Arab Emirates! Last week I had a new dot in Vietnam and one in Seychelles. What fun! Someday at the big parade in Heaven I might get to meet people who read my blog in far away countries. Maybe I’ll get to play a part in bringing someone closer to Jesus through my blog, who knows! God can use anything to draw people to Himself. So I can’t wait to see all the Nations together praising God for saving them. What a day that will be!