Please Send Somone
A hand-addressed envelope with a real stamp on it arrives in the mail. You almost never see that anymore. At least I don’t. So what if my name on the envelope isn’t spelled properly? Somebody took the time to write it out and paid the postage to mail it to me. To me! So I sit down in my comfy chair to investigate the matter.
I don’t recognize the sender’s name. I open the envelope. Inside is a typed letter and a little pamphlet. The pamphlet is titled: “Can the dead really live again?” I’m pretty sure I already have the answer to that one, but thanks for asking. I glance over at my book shelves. They are bulging with volumes I can’t bear to part with. I start reading the letter. It’s addressed to “Dear Neighbor”. It’s signed with a name I do not recognize. The return address is a few towns over and down the mountain. Technically we’re not neighbors. But the neighborly thing to do would be to read it anyway. So I do.
The writer begins: “I am writing to you since I am not able to visit you personally.” A vague feeling arises in me. I think it’s relief. I continue reading. The sentences that follow are a lot like this one: “Many of us have experienced the loss of a loved one to death.” Before long, a quote from the Bible is interjected. I was waiting for it. I like the Bible. I have several copies over there on the book shelves, in four different languages including Hebrew. The passage cited by the letter writer comes from Job. I like Job. In the letter, the passage is rendered in English. It reads: “He longs to bring back those who are in his memory and to see them live on earth again.” Hmmm, that’s not quite how I remember it. But who am I to quibble? I don’t read Hebrew.
I turn again to the pamphlet. Curiosity gets the better of me. I open the pamphlet. It’s full of questions. I am too. So I read a few of them. “Why study the Bible?” “Can we really believe what the Bible says?” “Why do we grow old and die?” Good questions. Mine are too. I’ll bet yours are as well. Long ago somebody told me, “Your question is your treasure.” I believe that. In this sense, I’m a rich man. Anyway, on the back of the pamphlet is a coupon you can fill out and send in if you want help with your questions. There’s a box you can check. Next to the box are the words: “Please send someone to visit me.”
Another vague feeling now arises. I can’t even put a name on it.