I had an opportunity to meet Debbie Macomber 3- or 4-years
ago. She spoke at a retirement community I served at the time.
I had read one Debbie Macomber book at the
urging of an independent resident. I
liked Ms. Macomber’s welcoming and warm personality so why not stay for her
talk. Her head with her expectant eyes and radiant smile was all that shore
over the podium. Her work ethic and passion
for writing were evident. She talked
about renting a typewriter as she was a stay at home mother of 4-chlidren. The
rejections and how she continued writing. She interwove her talk with her
faith, which I found uplifting.
I never picked up another Debbie Macomber book until this past December. I
joined my friend, Mary and Terry for dinner at the Crossroads Mall. Mary
recommended Debbie Macomber’s book, God’s Guest List: Welcoming Those Who Influence Our Lives to
me. I read it throughout the Christmas holiday.
Each book has a starting place. This book starts with Presents, People, and One More List:
An Unfinished Guest List.
There is a story that goes something like this:
A woman arrived at the gates of heaven to be met by St. Peter.
“You may want to join the others at the throne,” he said to her, “and then
greet those you loved on earth. But when you are ready, I’ll take you on the
tour of heaven.”
When the time came for her tour, she could hardly take it all in. It reminded
her a little of her earthly home, but she could see that earth had only been a
pale shadow of what she was seeing now. They explored every nook and cranny of
heaven – waterfalls, fields of flowers, exquisite buildings, and streets of
gold.
As the tour drew to an
end, she noticed one massive door they had not yet explored. A gold padlock
secured it. “What’s in the room?” she asked.
“You don’t want to see that room,” St. Peter said, steering her away from it.
“It’s only a storeroom.”
“But I do. May I see inside? I want to see every bit of heaven.”
St. Peter didn’t
answer. Instead he took a large key out of his pocket, put it in the lock, and
turned it. The tumblers clicked and the padlock opened. He took the lock off,
and opened the door. The woman had to
blink several times to take it all in. Inside the cavernous room were stacks
and stacks of gifts, wrapped in all the colors of the rainbow and tied with all
colors of heaven.
She clapped her hands with delight. “Is this were you store presents for
everyone in heaven?”
“No. These gifts are not for heaven, they were meant for earth.”
“What do you mean
‘were’?” She walked through the stacks and came to a pile marked with her name.
“Look these gifts were marked for me. “ She fingered the paper and ribbons.
“May I open them?”
“No. You do not need them now.” St. Peter put a hand in her shoulder, guiding
her toward the door.
“But if I don’t need
them now, does this mean I needed them on earth?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the pile. To
think she would never get to enjoy all those beautifully wrapped gifts.
He nodded his head. “Yes, you needed them on earth.”
She looked around the room, realizing that must have been millions of gifts.
Maybe more, since she couldn’t see an end to the room. “Why weren’t my gifts
sent to me on ear?” As she looked closer, she could read the names on all gifts
been sent?”
St. Peter sighed. “You don’t understand. Every one of them was sent.” Moving
his arm in an arc that encompassed the whole room, he said, “All of these and
more. These are the ones that were returned on unopened.” He moved her toward the door. “Many people on
earth don’t recognize God’s gifts and fail to open them.”
I love gifts – both giving and receiving. When I first heard the story, I
wondered if there was any truth to the parable.
Had God sent gifts to me that I hadn’t opened? When I get to heave, I
don’t want to discover that I failed to recognize. The gifts God sent into my
life. I don’t want to miss a single one.
Unfortunately, in real life God’s presents don’t always come gaily
gift-wrapped, and they are not always easily recognized. Some even initially
come looking like challenges. And often these gift are people shaped.
I never had Debbie Macomber on my guest list. I added her and placed a
check mark by her name.
“Who is on your guest list?” And, “Why?”
