Apocalyptic Figs

Apocalyptic Figs

Text:  Luke 21:29-36

29 He told them this parable: “Look at the fig tree and all the trees. 30 When they sprout leaves, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is near. 31 Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that the kingdom of God is near. 32 “Truly I tell you, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. 33 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. 34 “Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness and the anxieties of life, and that day will close on you suddenly like a trap. 35 For it will come on all those who live on the face of the whole earth. 36 Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.”

The word “apocalypse” means “revelation,” as in the moment when something is revealed, when we see it in a new light.  I had such a revelation in 2006, believe it or not, in Bethlehem.  Here’s the back story.

In the months following the death of my wife, Liz, I was a lost soul.  One of the ways that I filled my time was taking Spanish lessons over cappuccinos with Pati Sarat.  (You know where this is headed, but I didn’t.)  A couple of months passed and I returned to the states for Christmas with my daughter Julie.  Reuniting with family was a welcome tonic, and I spent much time with the grandchildren. 

On New Year’s Eve, we went to a party near Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.  Those of you who are single know the absolute joy of being the only single person in party of couples :-).  As I wondered around the house, I had my revelation.  I was thinking of nothing else but Pati.  Then it hit me.  I wanted her to be a whole lot more than my Spanish teacher.   From that point on, I was counting the hours until I could return to Guatemala.

Those of you who know my super rational, logical wife will not be surprised to learn it took her another five months before she had her moment of revelation.  Join with us on Sunday when we ponder the joy of finding something that we are expecting, or not expecting.

—Paul