One of my favorite radio moments growing up was listening to Paul Harvey’s The Rest of the Story. His voice carried that perfect mix of warmth and mystery, like he was letting you in on a secret the world had forgotten. He’d start with a story that sounded familiar, until the twist came, revealing that the farm boy was actually a future president, or that the tragedy had birthed a miracle.
Every now and then, I find myself wishing Paul Harvey had
been given a few more stories to tell, some biblical, some Hollywood, some just
plain human.
Take Lazarus, for instance. Four days dead. Already in
Heaven, kicking back in eternal paradise, no pain, no heat, no Middle Eastern
dust. Then suddenly, “Lazarus, come out!” Imagine the confusion.
“Wait, what? Back? To Earth? To 110-degree Judea?!”
I can almost hear Paul Harvey now: “And so… Lazarus returned… from glory to
the grindstone. And now you know… the rest of the story.”
You must wonder, after that, did Lazarus and Jesus ever hang
out again? Dinner parties must have been awkward. “Hey, remember that time you brought
me back from the dead? Yeah, still unpacking from Heaven. Thanks, I guess?”
And speaking of divine family dynamics, one of my favorite
“parenting” stories comes straight from Scripture. Mary and Joseph lost Jesus
for three days. Three. Days. I like to imagine the world’s holiest marital
argument taking place:
“I thought he was with you!”
“Well, he was with you when we left Jerusalem!”
When they finally find him teaching in the synagogue, Mary gives him that
universal mom line, part relief, part fury. And Jesus, age 13, drops, “Didn’t
you know I’d be in my Father’s house?”
That was the moment, right there, when Heaven’s greatest miracle worker got
grounded. Because the next time we see Him? Twenty years later, at a wedding.
That’s one long time-out.
But Paul Harvey wouldn’t have stopped there. He’d want to
know, whatever happened to the rich man who ignored Lazarus the beggar?
The one who begged from the flames for a single drop of water. Did he ever
learn? Was there redemption even in Hell?
Or outside of Scripture, what about Thelma and Louise?
Did their airborne convertible make it to the other side? Did Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance Kid actually go down in that Bolivian shootout, or did they slip
away, start new lives, and open a taco stand somewhere in Peru?
And if Paul Harvey were still around, I’m sure he’d want the
rest of the story on Han Solo, too. Did he really die on that
catwalk, or did Chewbacca pull some Wookiee magic we’ve never heard about?
We’re all drawn to the moment after the ending, to the idea
that maybe there’s more. Perhaps the credits roll too soon. Maybe Lazarus got
his air conditioning. Maybe Jesus and Mary had one more mother-son talk before
Cana. Maybe Thelma and Louise landed softly, laughed, and said, “Let’s try
Idaho next.”
Because deep down, I think we all want Paul Harvey’s voice
to come on one more time, smile through the static, and say:
You see, my friend… Sometimes the story
doesn’t end where we think it does. Sometimes, the dead live again, and the
lost get found, and the ordinary… turns out to be extraordinary all along.
And whether it’s a man raised from the grave, a mother’s
worried heart, or two outlaws flying into legend, there’s always one more
chapter waiting to be told.
And that’s why… we keep listening. We keep hoping. We keep
believing.
Because one day, we’ll all get to hear…" the rest of the story. Good day!"
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