The woman had been going to church for many years. She was raised a Lutheran and like all good Lutherans she went through the rites of communion at age ten, learned her catechisms at fourteen and was confirmed soon after. Over the years her attendance was fairly consistent, some years though less than others but lately she just didn’t feel like making the journey every Sunday. She had just turned ninety years old and she felt like she had done her time.
The woman was still very active in her late years: She still drove, had lunch with friends (some much younger but that didn’t seem to make a difference) and made sure her hair was coiffed and her appearance put together to look just so. Her beauty only seem to get better with age and not a day went by where she didn’t put her best foot forward to look polished. It was a Saturday and she awoke promptly at 8:30 and made her way downstairs to start her day. As she walked to the door to fetch the morning paper, she saw an envelope on the flooring next to the door. “How did that get there,” she said to herself as she picked it up. The envelope was unsealed but it was addressed to her.
Slowly she opened it and read it there by the door. In ornate handwriting the letter said as follows:
I want to personally invite you to this new congregation I am forming. Please come to the 2nd Avenue Church tomorrow at 9 am. Refreshments will be provided. See you there.
Oddly the letter was unsigned.
Intrigued the woman arose the following day and dressed in her Sunday best. She got into her car promptly at 8:30 and made her way to the church. As she parked her car, she noticed hers was the only car there. She shrugged and mumbled to herself “I guess I am a bit early…as always,” then made her way to the front door. The door was large, wooden with ornate hinges and door knobs. It was very heavy and it took her a bit of muscle power to open it. As she stepped into the church, she gasped. Before her was a magnificent, white room, glowing from streams of light coming through the back windows.
She glanced down at her hands and suddenly she no longer saw the hands of a ninety year old woman, but instead of someone at least sixty years younger. Slowly she moved her hand to hair and stroked it few times. She jumped a bit when she realized no longer was it up in the perfect bun she wove – rather it was now long and loose. The color had changed to from the soft silvery shade she had gotten used to the past few to a rich russet tone. She stood there for a few moments in a state of shock, too scared to move.
In the distance she could make out the outline of people moving towards her – their arms open and wide, faces smiling. She screamed when a man approached her that looked just like her husband at age forty-five, which incidentally was the year they met. “No, no my love…do not be afraid. I am here to guide you to the next place in your journey,” he said to in a soft, comforting tone. He held out his hand to her and hesitantly she took it as they followed the crowd to the back of the room.
Slowly they walked together for what seemed like hours to the woman, finally stopping in front of a white piano. There he sat down and began to play a lovely tune – strange and familiar at the same time. After a few minutes, he looked up at her and said “Welcome home my love…I am so glad to see you.” And there she stood, saying nothing as the sound of the piano keys filled her ears.
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