Ezekiel uttered these
words almost 2600 years ago. On New Year’s Day 2022, I also saw the heavens
open, if only but a crack. Before you conclude that Gilles has finally lost his
mind and is in desperate need of psychiatric treatment, let me explain what I
mean.
We were having turkey dinner at my daughter’s place. Seating arrangements for our regular
meals there are well established. My son-in-law is directly in front of me and
Victor, my grandson, is always on my right side. Victor had just finished
eating his supper when, without a word, he stood up from his chair and headed
over to the other side of the table towards his dad. Still without a word, he gently
put his head on his father’s shoulder and snuggled into the crook of his neck.
He rested there peacefully for a few seconds. His meal had filled his stomach,
but he was still hungering for something else: a small portion of fatherly
love.
I found the scene
deeply moving and it has stayed with me all through this week. I could not help
but think of another occasion when the heavens opened and a voice said, “This
is my son whom I love…” I felt as if I had had the privilege of a sneak preview into heaven, where one
day I will be able to satisfy my deepest hunger, rest my head on my Heavenly
Father’s shoulder, snuggle there peacefully and know beyond a doubt that I am
loved.
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