Love & Life Everlasting

What to invest in when traditional savings accounts yield far less than 1%?  Even Capitol One credit card boasts 1.5% cash back on every purchase and asks, “What’s in your wallet?”

You have many investment options: a bullish stock market, inflating real estate, gold-silver- precious coins, antiques, art, IRAs and NPOs.

What lasts? What yields the best returns on investment over time with the least risk? What is designed and built to last?

Alas, few things in the material world last for more than one lifetime. Things wear out, are lost or stolen, perish or rust out.  We may have a warranty, even an extended warrantee, but there are no guarantees without time limits. It’s all on the clock, ticking away into oblivion?

But love never dies, and charity never fails, you say?

I can hear the terse comeback: What about “until divorce or death does us part.”

Sad, even love seldom lasts. Seemingly, it, too, has its life expectancy. It’s no better than a battery:  after 24 hours it must be recharged, or it dies.

Every plant, every animal has its life expectancy. A day, a decade, a century?

And human life? 80 years—perhaps less, perhaps more—nothing is certain. But eventually, comes death and grave, cremation and dust.

So, what of this notion of everlasting, eternal, celestial love and life?

We may hope, wish, want, yearn and pray for life and love beyond the grave, but is it a vain wish of humanity? a main dish of religion? a plain fish of region? a sure gain or pain? A high wire act with no net? Are we being sold an extended warranty for something that simply can’t be guaranteed? Is it yet another conditional promise, predicated on meeting prerequisites?

We see so much heartbreak, so much separation. Even a so-called “match made in heaven” can catch fire and become a batch made in hell, a bachelor put in jail, a patched-up marriage veil of tears and trials.

So, if we had millions of dollars, would be bet on love, on angels? Is the angel always an Angelina, the settlement always a Pitt, with the bulk of the estate going to lawyers and liars?

Call me crazy, but I still like the odds of investing in true love, blue oceans, pure hearts, and clean hands. Sure bets? Yes, if placed and played correctly.

I trust in God’s promise, in the Son’s premise and in the Ghost of the chance. Trinity beats vanity . . . and Trump University.  To be clear, I believe in degrees of glory, not one fairy-tale-ending story or winners-take-all utopia (even for Utahans).

Without child-like faith in unseen possibility, all is lost: all life, all love, all investment. All markets are bears, all targets are tears.  True loves lasts. All life casts its shadow into eternity. Ultimately, all that is past becomes present again, and the future is forever.

What’s in your wallet? is not the right question: I would ask, What’s in your future?