If one examines the address of origin written in an indelible ink upon our hearts, he or she will soon discover that if we are ever found in the dead letter office of humanity, the instructions are clear to please return us to Sender. Only the One who made us can properly place us in the position where we were destined to shine. Eventually all of us need to go home again.
How do we get there? Great question!
As long as I can remember, I have wrestled with the inner struggle that I am not exactly where I belong. I have always felt like my parcel has at times been purposely sabotaged and buried in a pile of forgotten presents. I have always gravitated to those people who are passionate about seeing lost packages properly delivered to the right party. I think that my years spent lost in the midst of mass mailings that have lost the personal touch have also allowed me to be perfectly positioned with my eyes wide open so that I wouldn’t don’t miss the magic authored by a divine Postmaster.
I can’t be signed, sealed and delivered without a committed effort. There are way too many naysayers who are content to let the living letters of life be left unread. This is the greatest lesson that the POstables have taught me. When there is not the proper value placed upon the masterpiece that every individual truly is, the population then buys into the lie that people are nothing more than junk mail rather than special delivery. It takes a need for a hero to be called.
In Oliver, I have seen the one who has turned a dead end job into a life saving mission. It takes faith for someone to rise and accept the risk. Rita and Norman are childlike enough to follow the leader but still wise enough to realize that the journey is going somewhere we all want to be. It takes humility to work together as a dream team. Shane has learned that you don’t always need to compete to be complete. I love how she was the missing piece to bring the fearsome foursome together. It often takes a little divine chemistry for all the diverse character traits to operate in true unity and harmony. But when it happens, history is altered for the better. I believe this is what draws all of us to want to live, walk and work with Oliver, Shane, Rita and Norman. I think this is what makes Martha Williamson a genius. She has taken art and crafted it marvelously into how we all wish life could and should be.
Some days I need to resist the temptation to email or text and make the time to take the time to still break out my pen and paper and sit right down and write myself a note that contains my blood, sweat, smiles and tears. I won’t write the memoirs that realize the fullness of my hope and my future without being willing to let the ink of my soul sink in deep. I have learned that if I want it easy, I need to apply elsewhere. But if I want to witness the view from what the world looks like from higher ground, then I must roll the dice and see if it doesn’t bring me to the threshold of that one in a million adventure that I was actually created for.
Signed, Sealed and Delivered drew me to those amazing Actors who bring our beloved heroes to life. I pestered Kristin Booth [to be interviewed on my daily radio show] because I knew I needed to talk to her. She is not just another pretty face on a forgettable sitcom. Kristin is the real deal whose very eyes tell a story that many will miss if they aren’t fully tuned in. The day I interviewed Crystal Lowe, I heard her communicate to me how Rita has taught her that she is so much more than a “scream queen.” Rita is the kind of person we all need to be but the world has a tendency to eat that kind of individual alive. Yet in the safety of and security of the POstables, even Rita can achieve the impossible dream.
I am not settling for a tomorrow that only plays it safe. How do I genuinely ever know if I would be lost without another, if I am not willing to let them go so that I can give them a legitimate chance to allow their love to lead them back where they belong? We all have enough excuses to never get out of bed again. We have all been burned, bruised, broken and busted. Nobody would blame us if we settled for the cushy position of status quo. Yet when the noise of this world’s volume is finally on mute, we can still hear the music of our native tongue. God has put eternity in our beings. Life is like an obstacle course, but when we are willing to suit up rather than space out, we discover that everything we have been looking for is right before our very eyes. And so it goes for those who are willing to dance.
And if I can prevent you from putting down roots in a ground that bears no fruit, then I am game if it stops you from pulling up lame. I have seen the joy of a beloved homecoming. I have cried the tears that have fallen because of tasting the complete satisfaction of reunion. I am greedy for more. What some have deemed not fit for the system still need to know the sweet grace of salvation. So stop, oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman, and check and see one more time for me, if there’s a letter in your bag not only for me, but from me. The next letter may be the right letter that leads us all home where we belong.
As always, the Living Letters series continues as long as there are stories (or even praise reports) to share, and I'm always looking for submissions. If you would like to contribute something about how Signed, Sealed, Delivered has impacted your life (or even your wardrobe) that you'd be willing to share here on A&D, feel free to email me. Keep the good going and submit yours today!