What Do You Do When You're Desperate

What Do You Do When You’re Desperate?
1 Samuel 28: 3- 29: 11

This coming Sunday is the nine-month anniversary since my wife died. I think about her a lot and dream about her, sometimes in her wheelchair as she was for years but sometimes fit and able to live a normal life, as she once was. I picture her now asleep in a kind of cubicle in a dorm. I guess the image comes from the promise that there are plenty of places for people to stay in Jesus’ Father’s house (John 14:2). I wouldn’t like to think of all these as single rooms; I like to picture angels walking around the dorm keeping an eye on everyone. I know she is “with Jesus,” who is present throughout the dorm. It would also be biblical to picture her in Abraham’s bosom, though that would seem a bit crowded, not to say a bit bizarre. I pray for her, for God to continue to keep an eye on her as she waits for resurrection day. She has never seemed to appear to me, as people who have been bereaved sometimes say has happened to them, and it doesn’t occur to me to try to make contact with her, which makes me and most other Western people a bit odd. Most cultures have assumed that we can make contact with our dead family members and that one reason this is worth doing is that they likely have access to information we cannot access...