Here are some of mine …
I never met Susan Irene Fox in the flesh. I had not known Susan’s name for very long. Never knew she even existed other than for two-three years. Not long enough to know Susan – not as we say we should/must do.
To know Susan I would have had to “known” Susan for longer than that. To qualify as knowing Susan I would have had to “know” Susan’s past, present and future. Maybe not all those or all of those in great detail – but definitely some of it.
Except here I am. Living in England. And there was Susan. The west coast of the US. Different timezones. Different cultures. Different lives. Different everything – even a different language sometimes.
But I knew Susan and she knew me.
“All things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.” Matthew 11:27
Because when I met Susan in this blog community … we already knew each other … even before we met.
So I knew Susan and she knew me.
That didn’t seem strange to either of us. We were connected before we met. And when we met it was because we were already connected. Already meant to be. Already with so much in common – a common past, a common present, and a common future. We both had family and we both had history. Just not the same family and not the same history. Because we had something much more than just “that”.
We were Family.
Susan spoke of it and I knew it. I spoke of it and Susan knew it. And we both knew the Father because we both knew the Son. Susan knew the bible far more than I. But that wasn’t it. Neither of us were enthusiasts of the institution of church. That wasn’t it either. Neither of us wanted the same future. Neither of us wanted the same things. Neither of us needed all that stuff to be the same in order to “know” each other.
We are Family.
Susan allowed me to see our Father better through His Son in her. And she told me I did that for her as well. Because that’s what happens in this Family. What happens is that we all know each other before we even met. And I can say that with complete confidence and certainty.
Because Susan showed me that to be true.
Susan showed me that miles don’t matter, that culture doesn’t matter, that timezones don’t matter – that even different language does not matter. And most of all, Susan shows me today that death does not matter. That this Family is greater than death.
We are always Family.
So I have no concerns for where Susan went. Because Susan never went anywhere at all. Not really. Susan lives in me still. Yesterday, tomorrow and for ever. I see her smile, her eyes of curiosity. I hear her laughter, her words of thinking aloud. I know her and she knows me.
Family is for ever and always.
No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.
Susan brings these words to life every time I read them.
I know Susan and she knows me.
Thank you dirt sister –
From your dirt brother –