Back
in the early 70’s, I worked as a library clerk for three years under the “work
study” program while I earned my BA in education. I loved that old library with
its cathedral windows and rows and rows of dark tables and chairs. The open reading area had every kind of
reference book available, but my favorites were the unabridged dictionaries
that lay open on individual stands in four different locations around that huge
room. Three of the dictionaries were
about three feet by two and when closed had to be about one foot deep, but
there was one that was even more massive.
It sat in the place of honor close to the check out desk where everyone
could see it. It even had its own
spotlight.
One had
to use both hands to turn pages and not damage this amazing book, so I joked
with my fellow library clerks it must be what the book of life looked like that
St. Peter kept at the pearly gates of Heaven.
(This was the early 70’s, so God hadn’t invented “the cloud” yet.) In it
we each have one page, and when we show up upon our death, St. Peter thumbs
through and tallies our debits and credits, then doles out our fate.
The
waiting part must seem like limbo.
It does
not matter if we existed on Earth for a few seconds or one hundred years, each
one of us has a page, a score sheet summary of our life.
As I bump
along and good and bad happens, I wonder what gets tallied on my page. Are
there more red line items than black?
Does how the influence we had on others count (or subtract) in our
favor?
What will
be the sum total of my life on Earth? Will it earn me a place among the angels?
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