From Journeying Together By William Bolick suggested by Marcie Vyse
“Nor will they say, ‘Look, here it is!’ or ‘There!’ for behold, the kingdom of God is in the midst of you.” (Luke 17: 21)
I met Lucian in 1979, and we became best friends – perfect foils I guess. He was frail and sickly, and I was strong and healthy. He was a sports lover, and I was a music lover. He was a non-believer, and I was a devout Christian. And, he was counting the days to his death, and I was trying not to.
Born with Cystic Fibrosis (CF), Lucian had already lost his brother to this insidious disease but never lost his passion for living. Knowing each day was possibly his last created his exemplary fervor for savoring each moment. His camping out for Springsteen tickets, missing most of most Thanksgiving meals from watching football, and screaming at or cheering on the Braves are indelibly etched and frequently revisited memories. Bittersweet ones.
At the top of his bucket list – revisiting Hawaii where he had lived as a child. In June of 1985, the two of us made the journey. Yet, we did not journey alone. Jesus joined us. For years, we really hadn’t talked about religion because Lucian was mad thinking about it, and I was bad talking about it, so we skirted the topic. Until Jesus joined us in Hawaii.
Was it the sunset or the setting, the kinship or the friendship, the holy moment or the holy spirit that one evening moved me to ask, “Would you like me to tell you about Jesus?” A single word reply, “Yes.”
I said that there were two things to know about Jesus.
I said that Jesus was real. He was real. He was a person - not a concept or a thought or an idea - but a person. A person among us and with us wanting to know what it means to be one of us.
I said that second, and much more important than knowing he was real, was knowing how good he was. He was the example of goodness and kindness, and he spent his life with people living that goodness and kindness – the example for us to show and share and live and give to the world. And, that we’d never do it as well as Jesus did. But that it is our calling to try again and again.
I’ve often wondered two things. Did I say the right things, and did Lucian then believe?
Maybe I should have explained the Holy Trinity - the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit all in one. (That one’s still pretty confusing.) Maybe I should have detailed Jesus dying on the cross, being raised from the dead, and sitting on the right hand of God. (Too hard to conceptualize.) In hindsight, I think it was the right message - that Jesus’s life was about love and light. (People want and need love and light. So simple.) All the other pieces then fall into their places.
More importantly, I wondered if, upon hearing my words, Lucian then believed. No, I don’t think he then believed. I think he believed when he said yes. I think he believed when he opened himself to the possibility, to the maybe, to the chance that yes holds. That Jesus holds for all of us when we say yes.
I believe Jesus is still journeying with us - journeying with us in the kindness and goodness and in the love and light that manifest themselves in our profound blending with family and friends, in our warm aligning with nature and nurture, or in our rich connecting with Hawaii and home. In our yeses.
November that year, Lucian died. Part of me did too.
Do I believe he is now living in his heavenly home which includes sports and music and wellness and wholeness? A single word reply, “Yes.”
Dear God,
Thank you for journeying with me. You save me in navigating the challenging times and join me in celebrating the good times. Through all the times, my life of “Yes” in you gives me all I need. It gives me you. Amen