Before I knew much, I knew death. I was three and a half when my parents explained to me that I wont see him in a while. They told me that he'd do his big brother duties from a better place, that he'd be my guardian angel for life. I just had to believe.
They assured me that I will see him someday, either in heaven or on earth (if JC decides to raise him like he did in Mark 5:21-43 )
I placed an angel on his chest, while he lay in the coffin and I bid him goodbye, temporarily.
I couldn't see him, but he was there?
Doesn't God work on the same principal?
Well then, lets say I got a lesson on 'belief' very early.
I didn't question them. If I did, it made them sad. I still don't ask many questions. I just believed.
I couldn't understand why they cried so much. I figured it was because we couldn't see him around anymore.
Yes, I would miss making spit bubbles at him to show him I was in a fight.
But he was there, wasn't he? Then why the fuss?
To a child whose dad is a sailor, goodbye comes easily. It was the 80's and early 90's, once you said goodbye the other persons existence is merely an idea, except for the occasional phone call.
Pop himself was an idea when I was born. He was sailing. He came, saw and left again.
He was there, but I couldn't see him. But I knew I'd see him someday
As time passed by, I mastered the concept 'I couldn't see him, but he was there. I'd see him someday.' Mum and I wandered though her religious journey picking all the fruits of religious wisdom she could find on her way for STRENGTH, took a bite and handed them down to me.
I spoke about JC in school. Parents would call to complain that I'd be great if I could to be more secular in my views as a five year old.
It was around then that 'Aladdin' had released as well. I saw JC as nothing more than my personal genie. A genie that said , ' Ask and you shall receive..' ( Mathew 7:7)
She was my best friend. I was willing to share my genie with her.
She and I wanted a dress we saw in a film. We had no idea where we could ask our parents to find us something like that. I'd tell her, I knew a place. All we had to do is go there and pray and the dress would be ours.
We did nothing of that sort though. We made the dress with paper and were just as happy.
But, the point is.. JC and I, that's how old our story is. The seed was planted then. Nothing has changed. He is still the genie, the best friend and the only man who never left.
They assured me that I will see him someday, either in heaven or on earth (if JC decides to raise him like he did in Mark 5:21-43 )
I placed an angel on his chest, while he lay in the coffin and I bid him goodbye, temporarily.
I couldn't see him, but he was there?
Doesn't God work on the same principal?
Well then, lets say I got a lesson on 'belief' very early.
I didn't question them. If I did, it made them sad. I still don't ask many questions. I just believed.
I couldn't understand why they cried so much. I figured it was because we couldn't see him around anymore.
Yes, I would miss making spit bubbles at him to show him I was in a fight.
But he was there, wasn't he? Then why the fuss?
To a child whose dad is a sailor, goodbye comes easily. It was the 80's and early 90's, once you said goodbye the other persons existence is merely an idea, except for the occasional phone call.
Pop himself was an idea when I was born. He was sailing. He came, saw and left again.
He was there, but I couldn't see him. But I knew I'd see him someday
As time passed by, I mastered the concept 'I couldn't see him, but he was there. I'd see him someday.' Mum and I wandered though her religious journey picking all the fruits of religious wisdom she could find on her way for STRENGTH, took a bite and handed them down to me.
I spoke about JC in school. Parents would call to complain that I'd be great if I could to be more secular in my views as a five year old.
It was around then that 'Aladdin' had released as well. I saw JC as nothing more than my personal genie. A genie that said , ' Ask and you shall receive..' ( Mathew 7:7)
She was my best friend. I was willing to share my genie with her.
She and I wanted a dress we saw in a film. We had no idea where we could ask our parents to find us something like that. I'd tell her, I knew a place. All we had to do is go there and pray and the dress would be ours.
We did nothing of that sort though. We made the dress with paper and were just as happy.
But, the point is.. JC and I, that's how old our story is. The seed was planted then. Nothing has changed. He is still the genie, the best friend and the only man who never left.
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