Have you ever had one of those dreams where you SWEAR you could reach out and touch everything about it? Then you wake up the next day with a song that plays over and over again in your head?
That was me last night and, boy, was it a doozy. It involved
baseball, Sidney Poitier and Heaven.
And it was wonderful.
To explain it, I would have to tell you more about my dad.
America’s Favorite Pastime - Baseball
My dad loved baseball. He played it growing up. He used to
go to the ballfield with his friends or just play stickball in the street. And,
from what he told me, he was pretty good at it. My dad took my brother to the
original Shea Stadium in New York for a Mets game (something I am still envious
of). He used to love the California Angels because Gene Autry, his favorite
singing cowboy, was an owner. And, of course, living in Maine, he was a Red Sox
fan. You would find my mom and dad glued to the tv when they played. They also
watched the Little League World Series every year.
Sidney Poitier
Growing up, Saturday and Sunday afternoons were filled with
my parents watching old movies. One of their favorites starred Sidney Poitier. ‘Lilies
of the Field’ won him an Oscar for his portrayal of a handyman whose car breaks
down at a small church somewhere in a western desert of the United States. The
sisters who run the church hire him as a handyman and have him build a chapel:
A chapel they had been praying for and he was the answer to their prayers…in
more ways than one.
While giving them an English lesson (the sisters spoke
broken English as they had been sent from Germany, Austria and Hungary), they
sing a call and response hymn “Amen”. I used to sing that song around the house
not knowing that, at that time, my parents gave me my first lesson in the
Gospel.
The only thing I knew about God and Jesus was that Jesus was
God’s son. The birth of Jesus with Mary and Joseph always came up around
Christmastime. My parents had a small crèche they would set up. When we would
watch ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ Linus would recite Luke 2: 8-14 from the
Bible. It always made me cry yet I didn’t understand why. I never asked and no
one ever told me.
Just a few short years before my dad’s passing, I asked him
questions about his childhood. He told me how they went to church every Sunday,
he sang in the choir and how the choirmaster took him under his wing and taught
him to sing. He would then bring my dad around to area businesses and he would
make a little money singing songs. The money helped his family. I had found a
picture of his choirmaster and when I showed it to him, he couldn’t stop
talking. So many memories flooded back to him. I wish I could have wrote them
all down. I can only scribble so fast. But the time spent with him telling them
was the best part.
Heaven
Although he never preached to us or spoke much about it, the
Gospel was a part of his life. My parents had a huge gold-framed picture of
Jesus on the wall and a statue of Mother Mary in the yard for their garden. One
of the last things he said to me before he passed was “God bless that boy.” He was referring to a photograph I showed him
of my son, Anderson, wearing the tie he had specially made for him for Christmas
and dad side by side in matching photos. Even though he could barely see at the
end, he saw that picture when he held it up close and he teared up at the sight
of it. In a shaky voice on shaky legs he said “God bless that boy.” That is something
I’ll never forget. And I am blessed to
have that memory.
People, recently, have asked me personally “Why does God let
things happen?” One person was referring to the murders of innocent people going on right now in Israel with their war. Another, why God would take their
loved one from them and leave them so alone? Another, why would He let them die
from Cancer?
I personally, believe that God doesn’t take people from us.
He doesn’t strike people down with sickness. He doesn’t take their life. He is
a loving and nurturing God. We were sent here to find our way back to Him.
Terrible things happen in life. Heartbreaking, horrible and horrendous things.
Some cannot be explained why. When a person dies, I truly believe Jesus and our
Heaven Father are there to receive them. My nephew was gone from this Earth too
soon but I know Heavenly Father was there to receive him when he arrived in
Heaven. He also received my father with open arms. We are left here on Earth to
deal with the aftermath. There is no time limit on grieving. Everyone grieves
in their own way. While it may not look like I’m grieving, I am. The difference
is I know they are together again and watching over us. They are happy. They
are healthy. And they are perfect.
So with all this information you may wonder what “The Dream” was all about.
The Dream
It was so vivid. And it all makes so much sense when I think
about.
I was walking up the steps through Fenway Park, something I
have done many times, to seats along the 3rd baseline. I could hear
music coming from the tunnel. As I came closer the music got louder. When I
finally reached the entrance the loudspeakers were blasting “Amen” from the
movie. As I stepped closer to the front row I could see players in glowing
white uniforms playing ball in the outfield. I watched and saw them throwing baseballs
back and forth. One player broke from the team and trotted over to where I was
standing. As he came closer it was hard to focus on him because he was so
bright. He stopped just a few feet from me and after a few seconds I was able
to see him clearly.
It was my dad.
Young, healthy, handsome. Just the way I thought he would be
in Heaven.
In the ‘Field of Dreams’ movie, Kevin Costner said Heaven
was Iowa. I think it’s Boston, now.
He was wearing a white Boston Red Sox hat but on his uniform above his left breast was a California Angels logo embroidered all in white. He was tossing the ball in his glove over and over. I asked him “Dad, what’s going on?”
And he got this huge smile on his face. He turned and
pointed his glove to the big screen. I looked up at it and there I was. I laughed
and waved (Because who doesn’t do that when they see themselves on the big
screen?) and said “Okay. What is happening?”
He gestured to me to look again and I did. The screen
changed from my face to the words “Thank You” with God and Jesus on each side
each giving me a thumbs up. The music got louder and he started to sing along
with the song. He started backing away singing all the while and eventually
turned and went back to his team.
I woke up to ‘Amen” in my head and it was so loud I googled
the video of it and smiled. What a powerful and happy song that it.
What does it all mean?
After pondering all the things it COULD mean, all I can
think of is this: I was honoring him. Not only him but my Heavenly Father as well. He was thanking me for believing in our Heavenly Father and his
only begotten son, Jesus Christ. He was thanking for helping instill this
knowledge in my son. He was thanking me for understanding why he is in Heaven.
He was thanking me for not blaming him. He was thanking me for sharing the love
my heavenly brother and father have for me.
There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think of my dad or
get on my knees and pray for guidance and comfort in my life. A day I don’t ask
my Heavenly Father to open the eyes of the ones that can’t see or refuse to see
His love that is right there in front of them. A day I don’t thank Him for the
wonderful life I have. It is because of His belief in me and my belief in Him
that I can do the things I do, have the things I have, dream the dreams I
dream. (Kind of like 1 Corinthians 13:7)
And that dream was the most precious one I could ever have.