A Weekend Read!
Is That
all There is?
As I was driving around
running errands not long ago, I heard a familiar song on the radio it was Peggy
Lee singing “Is That All There Is?” and it triggered a memory of when our
children were young and impressionable.
I vividly remember one summer
vacation with our five children. Our
eldest son was 13 and the “baby” was three.
We had agreed on this vacation on my behalf, to give me an opportunity
to return to my birthplace in Northern Saskatchewan, a little ‘corner’ called
Ratner, which was basically just a post office and store.
I am ever amazed at how vivid
my memories are regarding my childhood experiences, grossly enhanced, to
understate!
As we drove along the once
familiar highways and side roads watching for landmarks, I noticed how
dilapidated some of the farmyards and buildings were. Many places that used to seem magnificent to
me as a child, now showed signs of neglect and age; some had been abandoned and
appeared forlorn and sad.
After listening to my
childhood “tales” for many years about the beautiful landscapes, country roads
and magnificent farm homes, our expectations were lofty compared to what we saw! Our children, instead of being
impressed, said, “Is that all there is?”
I assured them the destination
of my childhood home would be worth the effort and patience of driving down
dusty roads and getting lost and the continued search would be rewarded by the
final view. After much confusion and
several disagreements we finally arrived at the “homestead” site, only to find
a golden field of waving grain where my beloved farm buildings had once
stood! I remember the huge
disappointment I felt as we stood there speechless. My husband and children said, “Is this all
there is?”
After allowing myself a few
moments of grief, I announced the intent of visiting the “hub” of the
community, the local co-op store where one could buy everything under the sun,
which also housed the local post office.
I informed them of a special, fortunate aunt who lived across the road
from this important community meeting place.
As we drove down the sandy country tracks, I lost myself in memories of
years past riding down this very road in a horse and buggy in summer or, in the
winter, an enclosed wooden van with slick runners crunching through the snow,
pulled by two beautiful black Percherons named Bubbles and Spark. I recalled simpler times that were filled
with warm family sing-a-longs, board games and other activities that fostered
togetherness.
Soon our arrival jolted me
into reality when on the corner of a crossroad, I beheld a small grocery store
with faded lettering above the door, spelling out the word “CO-OP”. I was relieved to see it was still operating
but as we entered, I noticed more changes.
The black oiled floors had been replaced with new floor tiles and the
old cash register was now a state-of-the-art computer. Where the cloth bags of flour and sugar had
been stacked were freezers and Coke
machines. It had a look of an older 7-11
and my family said, “Is this all there is?” I, too was asking the same
question.
The next stop was my coveted
Aunt Mary's home, which was a huge two-story house across the road from the store.
When we drove into the yard, I thought we were at the wrong place because the
“large” house had diminished and the out buildings were badly in need of
repair. The good thing was my Aunt was there and I knew she would have
delicacies that I had envisioned in my mind and my taste buds. She was very
happy to see me and my family and then announced we were going to her son’s, my
cousin’s, for supper.
This was a new farm not far from the “old” place but
unfamiliar to me. My cousin’s served us
a wonderful old-fashioned farm dinner and our children had a good time with
their second cousin’s. As for me, I was
disappointed that things were not what they used to be and I asked, “Is this
all there is?”
As we drove into the town of Nipawin, I waited in anticipation to see the familiar
sights in my memory, but I realized that
nothing ever stays the same in this world and as we came to rest in front of my
old school, even it had been abandoned. The roads had been changed and the old
bridge across the Saskatchewan River had been rebuilt with a four lane highway across it and the little
store where I had walked to purchase Popsicle’s and candy bars was just a gas
station. And I questioned, “Is this all
there is?”
Finally, after numerous
disappointments and defensive comments to my family, it was time to return to
our campsite. As we drove in quiet reserve, the children napping, I realized
the futility of putting one’s hope of happiness in memories of the past.
Don’t misread me, I have wonderful memories
of times spent with my family as a child and love and acceptance and warmth but
the material memories of those times have changed and become distant and
distorted.
I realized my happiness was where I was and my blessings were
numerous at that time in that place and in that car with my own family. It was
a good lesson for me not to live in the past but to be thankful for my present
life and it reminded me of the promise that God never changes. He is always the same and no matter what our
memories are or our spiritual experiences, there are greater promises still in
store for us as we grow in Him and allow Him to work in us.
I learned to put
all my trust in Him who is always with us and never disappoints us. I also
learned that memories and past activities are not all there is. The reality and
joy of living is a personal relationship with the Saviour, Christ the Lord who never changes,
disappoints us, and will never leave us alone.
There is an old hymn I’m
reminded of:
Yesterday, Today, Forever, Jesus is the same. All may change but Jesus
never
Glory to His name! Glory to his name, Glory to his name
All may change but Jesus never Glory
to His name.”
Hebrews 13:8. “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”
I am so thankful that this
life, what we see now and what we experience is “Not all there is” There is
coming a time of great joy and fulfillment when the wondrous word of God will
come to fruition and we shall see Jesus face to face to abide with Him
forever more! Praise the wonderful name of Jesus!