It was a cool evening, as it often is, in upstate New York where I was born (Canton/Potsdam Hospital). I was home for my Grandmother’s memorial. She passed away at the ripe old age of 82 by the way. I truly admire the way Grandma Page grew old. She never gave up. She told me once that when you gave up on little things big things would follow. That is why I think she slept upstairs at her house until just a few months before she died. Feisty. I love her.
Anyway, I was sitting on a picnic table in front of my parents RV across the street from my Dad’s sister’s house. Just after I discovered the meaning of life I looked up and someone was walking across the little dirt road that runs from the back of the RV park by the river to the front where I was sitting. I saw this person walking in the clear night air and I thought, “Little gods surround me.” We are all eternal beings. We are going to live forever. So, in some kind of limited way we are all gods.
I try to keep this in mind when dealing with people in my everyday life. A quote from CS Lewis that is in Willard’s book I read just the other night puts it best. Willard says Lewis challenges us
"…to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship… There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit…"
