Rendezvous
A
Time to be born---A Space to live…A Rendezvous with destiny! Amen!
He came into my office about 2:30 in the
afternoon; it was, indeed, unusual for me to be at my desk any time after the
noon hour as , by then, I was out and about running a sales itinerary.
Sensing a presence in the doorway, I
looked up from my reports and saw Michael leaning against the jamb. That was surprising
since we each had our assigned duties and while we were both employed at the
same company, we had little, if any, interaction other than an occasional “Hi!”
when we met in passing. I smiled and opened with, “Michael! How are you?”
“Do you ever feel like you’re going to
cry but there is no reason for it?” He queried.
I laid my pen on the desktop and sat
back in my chair to answer without thinking.
“Yeah. When I am in church. It happens
all the time at the ‘offering’ and at ‘communion’.”
That reaction to his very strange
inquiry was also “out-of-the-ordinary”, for me. I am usually very private, an Independent Individual who values time as a personal matter to be cherished.
“Do you know what causes that sensation?”
Michael asked, straightforward.
“No!” I answered, honestly, wondering
what this was all about and where it might be going.
He stepped into my office and came up to
the front edge of my desk; he looked serious.
Pointing to his stomach and making an
elongated circle around his midsection, he pronounced with a very slight “air-of-importance”,
“The Holy Spirit lives in your solar plexus
and that crying sensation comes from His
‘stirring’ whenever you are in a ‘state-of-Grace’!”
He paused, waiting.
I was intrigued, both with Michael’s boldness on a spiritual topic
to a mere acquaintance and, more importantly, with his disclosure about the Holy Spirit Grace and the “stirrings”
event he had described; I was fully attentive. I take my Faith both personal and private---and…yet!?
“That ‘crying’ sensation can even cause
actual tears as your eyes well-up from the pressure behind them from theses
stirrings of the Holy Spirit.”
Michael concluded.
I nodded assent. “Yes! I sometimes get
that sensation whenever I do some charitable deed, or, even a kind thought or
pray for someone, especially, any family member; I never knew what caused it
other than some vague, unconscious understanding that it simply resulted from Love.”
He smiled at my unabashed, yet sincere,
confession. I had to agree that such conversation was foreign in my tenure with
even people of long experience; I hold religious matters very personal.
Michael asked for a blank sheet of paper
and a pen; I politely, obliged.
He turned the paper sideways,
horizontally, and proceeded to make an “x” just above the centerline on the
left side and another to the far right; he drew a straight line between the
two, connecting them.
Pointing to the left side “x”, he said, “This
is your birth date---” and placing the pen point on the right mark, he
declared, “…this is your death date.” Then, he waved his hand between the two
just above the paper and said, “this part in between them is your life-space.”
“The ‘birth’ date and the ‘death’ date
you have no say in---None!...It’s what you do with the ‘space’
in the middle that really matters.”
He paused, letting his explanation sink
in; it did.
“I get it and I agree.” Came my comment
as I waited.
He did not disappoint my patience.
Michael took the pen and began on the left side at the “x” and proceeded to
make a severe jagged line with points varying in height as he moved along the
flat centerline and stopped at the right “x”. Some jags were small extending to
a few large ones reaching both above and below the “life” line. I watched,
wondering where this was going.
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
