I interrupt this orderly progression of posts (I’m wrestling with words on the 2nd Big Idea entry) to share something more spontaneous.
For my barbershop chorus I’m in I’m learning a song by Billy Joel called Lullaby (Goodnight My Angel). It’s a beautiful, beautiful song, I wish you could listen to the a cappella version now. (maybe try this link for YouTube?) It’s a song from a dad to his daughter, the words go like this:
Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you’ve been asking me
I think you know what I’ve been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
Goodnight, my angel
Now it’s time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I’m rocking you to sleep
The water’s dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You’ll always be a part of me
Goodnight, my angel
Now it’s time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me
Someday we’ll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on…
They never die
That’s how you
And I
Will be
I have to say I got a little emotional listening to the song. It conjures up in my mind a little girl asking her daddy in so many words, “Daddy, will you be with me forever?” “Will we die?” “Where will we go when we die?” And I imagine a loving dad who loves his daughter more than life itself, being at loss of exactly what to tell her. If you’re a dad or mom you’ve probably heard these questions. I know my kids have asked them many times, at bedtime, with lots of follow-up questions.
What does the dad say? Surely he wants to tell her they’ll be together somehow, that it won’t end at death somehow. But what does he say??
Obviously this song reaches for hope through the immortality of the lullaby, and somehow being in each others’ hearts always. If you’re a dad you know your kids are a permanent part of your heart and you can scarcely imagine your kid being taken from you permanently somehow.
But to me, what this daughter really wants to hear is that they’ll actually be together forever. Not just in each others’ hearts. Wouldn’t it be nice if Dad could tell her that? With conviction?
Which leads me to the point–I am so grateful that I do know what I know, that I can tell my kids with conviction and absolute certainty, that we can be a family forever. They will grow up, some of us will die before others and we will surely painfully miss each other during that interlude. But I can tell my kids that we have been sealed for eternity as a family, in a temple of God, by one holding God’s authority to seal on earth and in heaven. And we have told our kids that time and time again, and now they know and they don’t ask that question anymore. (They ask others!)
We know that we will be together forever as a family. That’s part of what an eternal family means, the title of this blog. Husband and wife, parent and child(ren). We can go through life knowing that–not just thinking it or hoping it.
If you’re new to this idea I hope you’ll find out a little more, through this blog or elsewhere, and accept my testimony concerning it.
That’s all.
Sincerely,
Clayton