After reading a post on Stout’s Standard, Sadness on Two Fronts… about the two friends and fellow relic and treasure hunters that have recently passed, I wished them God Speed onto the eternal hunt.
Then it got me thinking about that eternal hunt after we pass through the great veil of death into our Savior’s loving embrace.
I have always said that heaven better look a lot like my grandfather’s pasture with the creek running through it and new adventures awaiting around every creek bend, or I shall not be there for long. You see my concept of heaven is that old farmstead where I was turned loose to explore, discover and grow in wisdom through chance encounters with crawfish, snapping turtles, horses, sheep, beaver, stones, sticks and gophers. A loving grandmother and grandfather that gathered their family, friends and any stray that wondered in to my grandmothers table. The fish and loaves were always broken and abundant so that no one ever left hungry or not smiling.
This was the place I learned about relic and treasure hunting trying to dig up those stories that my finds would pull out of my uncles, aunts and grandparents when I showed them what I had found. I still have that pocket watch cover I found when we moved the old corn sheller out of the old grainery. It was swept out in the chaff and my eye caught it when it hit the grass out front. Silver plated or silver throughout, to this day I really don’t care. It has more value to me than any of my most recent finds. I even had to disappear quick when my uncle took a shine to it after I showed him and my father my first find. Off behind the grainery to the old chariot they use to race in county fairs that was all but rusting away I sat and admired my recent find. Who lost it? I still don’t know.
Yet, on the Eternal Hunt will all be revealed? Will I have to lug around a metal detector or do I get to blow around like the wind blown leaf on fresh knees and a great diddy to whistle? Do I get to show my most recent finds to those that lost it so many ages ago so that they can tell me the story of that moment or day? Will the bon fires we gather around to share laughter and old stories go on and on like I wished they would of when I was a child? Will I be privy to the thoughts and stories of those animal friends I shared a day or more with down by the creek in the pasture to hear their complaints of my intrusion on their day or have to apologize for my actions against the gopher population of the sheep field?
Will I finally get to unlock the secrets found on these stones and rocks and have a guide walk me through their madness? Travel back and forward in time to to learn it all and watch the creek valley erode away and replenish itself every Spring flood? Travel the creek from where it starts to where it ends and all the life that bursts forth in between?
Just sitting and watching the slow erosion of a granite boulder over the ages would be fascinating if the food was good. Smell grandma’s bread baking and getting to bite into that warm sponge cake she made for almost every Supper.
I just pray heaven is not one long drawn out Kumbaya-fest. If it is I am sure I can talk Christ into sneaking out and joining me down by the creek as He has done all my life. Actually, I am sure just like today that it will be Christ that will be dragging me out on that eternal hunt for relic and treasures that have value of more than silver or gold.
One day, we will all be able to hunt together or share our stories. I think the trick is to gather and store them up now while we know we can so we have many stories to share each night around the bon fire that will burn until the stories are all told.