Ghosts in the Graveyard

August 18, 2023

“Ghosts in the Graveyard.” The only requirement for the game that I can discern is that it can’t begin till full darkness descends. I can’t claim to know all the rules and aren’t sure even the kids know them all, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The laughter and squeals of being surprised when the one hiding jumps out of the dark to grab one of the searchers tells us all we need to know. The grandkids still at home, along with assorted friends, one girlfriend and a boyfriend, ran around our property for nearly an hour, chasing one another and laughing together when between rounds they gathered on the patio.

All this, after a rousing game of whiffle ball and pizza mountain pies, hot dogs, and S’mores around the campfire. 

The psalm says it well: “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!” (Psalm 133:1). I don’t believe God’s blessing of unity is limited to the relationships we have in this world. The conversation, laughter, and genuine care for each other is but a preview of what God has in store for his people in the life to come. Sorrow and sadness will be gone, all tears wiped away when Jesus comes back for his own.

In the meantime, for over twenty-five years, Linda and I have had ringside seats to this preview as we’ve hosted our grandkids two Friday nights each month for gatherings just like this. There used to be nine of them; the number is dwindling as they grow up and strike out on their own, but we’re still at it and enjoying the preview while looking forward to the main feature. There’ll be no ghosts in the graveyard; only saints enjoying salvation. What a glorious day that will be!