Tea-Time

Psalm 95:7 "Today, if you hear His voice..."




Today, I met a friend.

“Tea?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Would you care to join me for some tea?”

(There went my grocery list of to-do’s. Quickly the list began to add up. Surely the world would come to a halt without me--sly little smile. I just don’t have time for this, “Tea-time”. It will make me late getting to my next appointment which will make me late getting home which will make me late for dinner which will make me late for... you get it…)

Do people really do tea anymore? I pondered.

Well, the Rapture did not occur during my fleeting seconds of tug-of-war over the issue of—time, Tea-time! And I did come to a decision to his question.

“Sure, I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a little tea.”

And so it was tea, and just the two of us.

What a beautiful day in those moments common between two spirits. The exuding love shared as we follow the call of the Papa evident as the dance of life began all around us in twirls of magic. Tiny bursts of warmth crackled through our hearts as time no longer mattered. Understanding eternity as something with no boundaries, no limits, and no end. The choirs of our desires sang gloriously without ever moving our lips. Anytime two people take the time to share, I mean really share with another spirit, we will find something beneath all the defenses and all the walls we have built. We will find their beauty.

And the world went on—there was not a backlog of the events of my life that day or any of the days that followed. I became more alive than ever. A new breath of a fresh spirit was present.

And the days became weeks, the weeks became months as we shared over “Tea-time.”

And we shared Jesus.

Knowing for why I came, our days were numbered, they were short. And so our Tea-time together was drawing to an end. He would soon be sharing his Tea-time with Jesus.

And the day came.

I was on my way to my patient’s house to pronounce his death, he lives near an airport. He was also a pilot. I had never seen a plane in all the times I drove to his home during our visits. On this day, a large plane flew very low and dipped his right wing as if saying “Hi, how about Tea-time.”

I will miss you my friend, but I know you wouldn’t come back for "All the tea in Heaven?”… smile… I love you….

Today, I lost a friend.


Living the Supernatural