Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Two Funerals

(Note: Please don't let the title discourage you.)
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Two funerals in two days, two men generations apart in age...
 Michael had just turned 39 in June and Lonnie would have been 100 on December 31.
The way the two of them lived their lives couldn't have been more different.


I'll begin with Michael, who was good friend of our son.
He was two years ahead of Aaron in school but they had much in common,
including the love for anything with wheels, working on anything with wheels,
driving (fast) anything with wheels, and sadly, eventually falling into the clutches of alcoholism.
I met Michael for the first time when he came to our clinic for physical therapy.
His body had become ravaged from years of heavy drinking after the death of his father.
It was during that time that I also became acquainted with his mother,
a sweet sister-in-the-Lord who loved her son so very much.
Long story short, Michael's teenage son also became a patient over the last few years,
along with another family member so the therapist and I became quite close to the family.
(When you find a great physical therapist, word gets around :)
Michael reminded me of Aaron in so many ways.
His mother and I bonded right away over the similarities in our sons.
We prayed for each other...and for each others' boys.

Last Thursday, Aaron saw it on Facebook and called me.
After being in and out of hospitals the past few years, Michael had lost his battle.
I had just seen his mom several weeks earlier and she told me how much better he was doing,
both physically and spiritually and that he had been sober for a good while.



Now, on to Lonnie...
...a precious soul that my family had been blessed to know for nearly 24 years.
Just a few short weeks ago, Lonnie drove himself to church for the last time.
You heard me right...he drove himself to church...at 99 years young.
Scary, you might think but I'll tell you, he was probably a better driver than most younger folks.
As a widower, he lived alone and always looked like a million bucks...
regularly sporting a coat and tie, white hair perfectly combed, impeccable posture,
and walked with confidence in every step he took.
No one would ever guess the man's age if they didn't know him.
Lonnie had lived his life for the Lord and had been His faithful servant for over 70 years.
Many of you may have a "Lonnie" in your church, no doubt.
He was the kind of man who seemed to have a direct line to God,
one who was so filled with the fruits of the spirit that when you were in his presence,
it seemed like the world was a brighter place.
The Lord must have given him the gift of knowing who needed special prayer.
 Lonnie always had a special place in his heart for our Aaron, knowing a bit about his struggles.
Several months ago, during the time Aaron was at the Potter's Wheel, 
Lonnie (who always sat behind us at church) was asking about him, like he had often done.
He had no knowledge of his current situation at that time but then again, somehow he knew.
Here's what he said:
"The Lord woke me up in the middle of the night with Aaron on my mind. Now I don't know why, but I knew I needed to pray for him so I did...the Lord knows why and that's all that matters."
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Fast forward several months...
 ...that certain soul in need which Lonnie was awakened to pray for was sitting on the pew,
 right in front of him and has been now for several months...
...that is until a couple of weeks ago when Lonnie suffered a heart attack.
His 99 year old ticker was worn out and just couldn't handle any more.
Last Friday, Lonnie stepped over into Glory to meet his Jesus.
What an extraordinary life!


Two funerals home-going celebrations in two days.
At Michael's service, we were made aware in no uncertain terms that for the past several months,
he had been getting reacquainted with Jesus...
...regularly meeting with his pastor, attending Bible study and praying.
His pastor spoke highly of him and he was well loved by many,
and I am guessing here,  but it looked like about 400-450 in attendance at his service.
There was not a doubt in the minds of anyone that he was in the arms of Jesus, in perfect health.
As Aaron and I sat there, I know he must have been thinking what I was thinking...
...that this service could have just as easily been for him.

And as for Lonnie, his life spoke for itself...there was never even a question.
We will dearly miss the echoes of his bold "Amens" and "Praise the Lords" during our services.
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After getting the news of these two men passing away just a day apart,
I couldn't help but think about their contrasting lives.
Nothing about the two of them was like the other, except for one thing...
...they both had a friend in Jesus.
One had known him most of his life and the other had just recently met him.


Two men, six decades apart in age, living their lives on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Both, rejoicing in heaven today.

Only by grace.

Sharing at 
Spiritual Sundays

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Beyond the Sky

The skies here in North Carolina have just been stunning the past week weeks 
and it reminded me of this song the I had first heard a few years ago.
I hope you are as blessed by the words as I was.

(Scroll down after starting video)


BEYOND THE SKY
~Fernando Ortega


One morning
When time is done
Bright heaven
Will be our refuge
The city of God most high




I long for
That holy day
This longing
Sometimes it captures my heart
And carries me far away

 

Beyond the sky
Beyond all telling
Our Father himself
Will be our light
His arms will hold us
And with his hands
He'll wipe away the tears

That stain our eyes


When darkness
Falls over me
This promise
It's like a fire inside
Burning the dark away


Beyond the sky
Beyond all telling
Our Father himself
Will be our light
His arms will hold us
And with his hands
He'll wipe away the tears
That stain our eyes


Wishing you blessings as big as the sky!













Friday, July 26, 2013

The Beauty in Dying

I'm sharing this post from 2013 on Stephanie's blog,
 


No one really wants to talk about dying, I know this. I have even renamed the title of this post over and over and tried to keep the word out of it. I can't figure out how. I certainly don't want to turn anyone away or add to anyone's grief when reading this post but please bear with me if you will. Sometimes, inspiration can be so...random. While I was outside walking with my dogs a few days ago I noticed these two leaves still attached to what looked like a dead branch on one of my Red Tip bushes. The color was striking—so bright—almost glowing like neon. That part of the bush was dying, yet the leaves were becoming so beautiful.


Most of the time when we think about death or dying, I doubt we compare it with beauty. All death is certainly not beautiful. Not at all. But there are times it can be. Let me explain.

My dad was nearly ninety-one when the cancer that was running rampant through his body took its toll. I got "the call" from my sister while I was at work that day in May of 2002. Within the hour I was on the road—Mebane, North Carolina to Dayton, Ohio—almost 500 miles. Could I possibly get there in time? It was nearly midnight when I reached the hospice home and my mom and two of my sisters were there to greet me. Dad was still hanging on...just barely. His "baby" had made it back to see him one last time.  I was able to speak to him. I kissed his clammy forehead and held his sweaty hand. His eyes were open but I don't really think he was seeing me. Another hour passed and he was still hanging on. I remember I was sitting at the foot of his bed and Mom was standing over him. She bent way down and spoke right into his face. "It's okay now, Dad..." (she always called him Dad) "...it's okay to go now." Within just a few seconds, my precious father sat straight up, his ice blue eyes opened as wide as possible and he had this amazed expression on his face that no words can really describe. With that, he laid back on the bed and took his last breath. What on earth did he see? What wonders did he behold as he took that final breath? I will never know for sure until we meet again—all I know is it must have been extemely glorious—surely not of this earth. I consider being able to witness that moment a gift. A thing of beauty.
 


Fast forward to the last day of April, 2010. Mom's ninety-seven plus year old body just couldn't take any more. She had been a cancer survivor—both breast and colon cancer—for 17 plus years but during the last few years of her life, she had been failing, having endured several times in and out of hospitals and rehab facilities, getting weaker with each stay. I had just seen her on Easter Sunday, a few weeks before and we had such a great visit. She was in the hospital, and I think I knew that it would be the last time we would visit...on this earth.  Around four o'clock AM that day I was awakened by my phone. There was no time for travel of any kind as her time was at hand. There was a conference call going on. Six of her eight children were at her bedside, cell phones on speaker. My sister called me and one of the others called our oldest brother in South Carolina. They took turns putting the phones to her ears so she could hear all of her children's voices and we all could hear each other's as well. I could hear Mom's labored breaths so clearly as they held the phone to her so I could speak to her. She held on a few more moments. We all told her we loved her and said our goodbyes pretty much in unison. Then she was gone. That was a beautiful thing...yes, sad, but beautiful at the same time. A few days later, her eight children sang "Amazing Grace" to her one last time as she was lowered into the ground...just as she had requested. That, my friends, was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.

If we choose to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ—that He is our only Savior—we know that only in death will we be able to actually see and experience the beauty that He has in store for us after we leave this life.


But as it is written: “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.”           1 Corinthians 2:9

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