Paradise Not Lost

I went to visit an old friend the other night. Just a few years older than I and a great influence on the direction my life has taken over the years, I’ve known Ed since my teens. After being drafted into the armed forces and serving four years, each time I was home on leave I told him I had found paradise in South Texas and had no thoughts of returning to the snow country. About a year after my discharge I received a phone call from Ed asking if I could help him out as he was broke down in a little place called Pflugerville, just north of Austin. He had suffered some great financial problems, so headed for paradise with his wife and six children. Well, to make another long story short, he and I partnered up in business for a while until I was faced with great difficulties in my life. After a seven year relationship I moved on. Because of Ed, I had the courage to open my own business which ran for nearly twenty years. I kept loose track of Ed and his family for all this time knowing he lost three of his children in an auto accident and for the last five years he had been fighting cancer. He had found paradise, for he made a good living and lived his dream of building and showing hotrods and custom cars. I went to the funeral home to see him one last time and he looked good.
We live in an age of specialists, and their presence complicates life. Who hasn’t heard of the maid who proudly proclaims, “I don’t do windows!” No longer can you just go to the doctor; you must find, or be referred to, one who treats exactly what ails you. There are doctors who treat feet, those who work on the head, those who work on the nerves, and doctors who are specialists for almost every part of the body. Believe it or not, such specialization has entered even the realm of “faith healing”. It seems a faith healer came to town one day and a woman came to him with a kidney disorder. Following his prayer of healing, she began jumping around on the platform stage, rejoicing over her “cure”. She became so excited, she fell off the platform and broke her leg. When someone suggested that an ambulance be called another remarked, “No need for that. Get the preacher to heal her.” When everyone turned to him, his reply was, “I don’t do broken bones, just vital organs.” One of those things that make you go, Hmmm.
[Revelation 2:7] I must have been pretty convincing to get Ed to move his life to Texas thirty years ago. But, I also believe that God leads us and sees that we get to the places where He wants us to be, doing the things He wants us to do. Ed and I, and our families, were influenced and brought to the Lord by God fearing people in the ‘70’s. I came to the Lord in baptism first and he a few years later. The devil sifted each of us to see just how strong we were and to see if he could stop our growth in the faith. I’ve got to tell you, the devil is a mean, sorry, evil being, not wanting to lose a single soul and it seems he’ll do anything to discourage anyone from coming to the Lord. He changed both of us, but our faith kept us strong. I don’t want to discourage anyone, but get ready for trials and temptation to come your way testing your new found belief in Christ. If you’ve become convinced that there is a place called paradise, and Jesus is waiting there to show you a better life, then leave everything behind and move. I’ll tell you right now, it won’t be easy, but resist the devil and he will flee from you. I try to convince people daily there is a place called paradise and I want to see them, and Ed, there again one day.