This afternoon I went to the calling hours for a friend of mine whose step-dad just passed away. As I walked through the funeral home I noticed several people speaking in sign language. Come to find out that my friend’s step-dad and his mom are/were both deaf. (I don’t believe that I had met either one of them before today.)
I walked to the front of the room and paid my respects at the open casket. My friend’s step-dad was wearing his favorite Cleveland Brown’s sweater. Now, I liked the guy!
Here was a man who had never heard the cheers of the crowd. Never experienced football via the radio. Never stood in awe of the deafening roar . . . But he was a fan. He loved the game.
The Bible promises that one day we will all receive new bodies. New ears. No plastic surgery required. My friend’s step-dad will hear the crowd. Will hear a voice say, “Welcome home.” Will hear the words “Well done my good and faithful servant.”
I walked out of the funeral home and as I did I realized that about 50% of those in attendance were now signing to one another. I was the one who was missing the conversation. I was the one who didn’t understand. I was the one who couldn’t “hear” what they were saying.
I’m looking forward to the day when there will be no tears or death, sorrow or pain. I’m looking forward to the day when we will all understand one another without the confusion of multiple languages. I’m looking foward to the day when we will all be able to really “hear” one another.
Hopefully it won’t take as long as it’s taking the Browns to win the Superbowl.