The Wallet
I was early morning when a middle-aged man and his wife were awakened by the phone.
Their son who, who had just started his freshman year at the university in the state, had been killed in a car accident.
Officers had identified his badly burned body by the wallet that was on the seat.
In deep despair, each holding on to the other for support, they drove to the university to take care of the details.
They stopped by the morgue and picked up their son’s wallet; then they made their way to his dorm room to gather his personal belongings.
It was early in the morning, but the supervisor gave them a key to the room.
Since their son had no roommate, they were not afraid of disturbing anyone
as they put the key into the lock and tried to open the door.
It did not open easily; so they wiggled it back and forth and pulled at the door.
Suddenly, there was a pull from from the other side as the door opened.
There stood their son – very much alive!
“Dad, Mom. What are doing here?! I have been trying to reach you. Someone stole my car, and wallet on the front seat!”
That’s the feeling of resurrection reality. A loved one dead. Despair had settled in. Life seemed worthless. Then suddenly everything became new again.
I was early morning when a middle-aged man and his wife were awakened by the phone.
Their son who, who had just started his freshman year at the university in the state, had been killed in a car accident.
Officers had identified his badly burned body by the wallet that was on the seat.
In deep despair, each holding on to the other for support, they drove to the university to take care of the details.
They stopped by the morgue and picked up their son’s wallet; then they made their way to his dorm room to gather his personal belongings.
It was early in the morning, but the supervisor gave them a key to the room.
Since their son had no roommate, they were not afraid of disturbing anyone
as they put the key into the lock and tried to open the door.
It did not open easily; so they wiggled it back and forth and pulled at the door.
Suddenly, there was a pull from from the other side as the door opened.
There stood their son – very much alive!
“Dad, Mom. What are doing here?! I have been trying to reach you. Someone stole my car, and wallet on the front seat!”
That’s the feeling of resurrection reality. A loved one dead. Despair had settled in. Life seemed worthless. Then suddenly everything became new again.
