And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever...
This is week 12. In the book, it is headed "12."
Mother circled the number (it is one of the biblical numbers of completion) and wrote beside the word forever, "eternity."
From the Book: The author, Charles Allen, who hails from Atlanta, speaks of 5:00 traffic in the Georgia capitol city. He describes it as thrilling. The streets are filled with people, cars, buses... people are standing, running... and people are going home.
Be it ever so humble, he quotes John Howard Payne, there's no place like home.
But what about those who have nowhere to go? What about the homeless who inhabit the streets after dark, when the streets are devoid of all those who have left their work for the sanctity of home?
Mother Wrote: love, warmth, people
From the Book: David did not suggest that he might dwell in the house of the Lord forever but that he would. "I will," he penned.
David had never heard Jesus of Nazareth say, "I am the resurrection and the life" but David knew God.
My Notes: Da'at Elohim ... The knowledge of God.
Mother Wrote: I wonder, how intimately do we know God?
My Notes: As May nears, and with it Mother's Day and the anniversary of Mother's "going home" I am more aware than ever this concept of this not being our home. I imagine David writing or being inspired by "his 23rd psalm" in the lush fields where a shepherd boy may have led his sheep. For fodder. For water. For rest. Having been to Israel, I can picture the rolling hillsides, the deep blue of the skies, the bridal veil clouds. I know what it looks like to see the Golan Heights blush in the late afternoon sunlight. The land where David grew up, the land in which he ruled as king, was and is a magnificent sight.
But not so great as to keep him from desiring "home."
This earth is our place of rest. But 5:00 comes. For some of us, sooner than for the rest. But it comes. It's like that country hit, "It's 5:00 Somewhere."
Of course, I know that's about having a drink ... but it's also about coming to the end of the stresses, the labor, the dealings with people and problems all day long. It's about finding respite at the end of it all.
Mother has made it to 5:00.
When I was a girl growing up in her home, Mother liked to have a cup of coffee late in the afternoon. I suppose this was a lot like having a "spot of tea" were she in England. At times, friends came by and shared it with her. I used to watch them sipping from their cups, listen to them chatting. And I would think, "When I get to be a big girl, I can do this, too..."
When I was older, sure enough, it was my pleasure to share a cup of afternoon coffee with Mother.
Mother is having her 5:00 coffee with Jesus now. And my father...and her mother...and so many others who made it to 5:00 before her.
I'll be there one day. Right now, I'm still at work.