I’m getting older I suppose. Things like this tear me up.
On Yahoo front page there was this news story: Notre Dame player’s brother returns from Afghanistan, surprises him at game.
Here’s a gist of the story:
Farrell didn’t think his older brother, first lieutenant Bo Farrell, 26, was coming home from Afghanistan until February. Even though the two talk every day, the last time they had seen each other was in May.
And then a message for Matt came onto the Jumbotron in the Edmond P. Joyce Center after the Irish’s victory over Colgate on Monday night.
“Matty, I’ve been watching you tonight from here,” Bo said on the video. “For us, home is wherever we’re together. And I look forward to being home with you soon. Really really soon.”
Soon was an understatement and no one in the family knew what was coming next. Moments later, Bo appeared, made his way to the court and the two embraced in a teary hug.
Something about seeing military members reunite with their family is moving.
As I watched it I thought about how powerful that moment was.
Someone successful enough to be a basketball player. Playing at college. For Notre Dame.
But at that moment. All is forgotten. His brother is back. Back home. Back home from a war zone.
I wonder what that day would be like…when all that is old shall be passed away and the old heaven and the old earth is no more, where tears are dried and the end of war…and the end of THE WAR. When we shall be before Christ whom we have been communicating with through our prayers and we have heard His voice in the Scriptures but now we meet…face to face.
No matter how you measure success and how successful you were in life, at that moment all is forgotten. We are back with Christ. We meet Him. We are home. Home from a war zone. United with Christ.