Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Day My Dad Entered Eternity...

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He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.  Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV
Two years ago today, I answered the phone and heard my mom's broken voice tell me that my dad had died.  It seemed unreal.  I had just seen him days before.  He was still so young.  I thought there was so much yet for him to see and do.

I cried; not necessarily because of the depths of sadness from missing my dad, not yet.  I cried because I wondered what he felt like when he died.  
Did he know he was dying?  
Was he scared or in pain?
Had he cried out for help and found no one there to hear him?
But then I remembered the passage my sister and I had read while we sat bedside with our grandpa as he was dying.  
For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven, inasmuch as we, having put it on, will not be found naked. For indeed while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened, because we do not want to be unclothed but to be clothed, so that what is mortal will be swallowed up by life. Now He who prepared us for this very purpose is God, who gave to us the Spirit as a pledge.  2 Corinthians 5:1-5 NASB
When Dad entered eternity, he MAY have been frightened, he MAY have known he was dying, he MAY have cried out...but none of that REALLY mattered.  The brief moments of pain or fear Dad MAY have had were temporal; just part of the feelings we all have while we are in these "tents" here on earth; separated from our loving God and Creator.  

And Dad wasn't alone when he entered eternity.  He had the Holy Spirit with him to comfort him; that was part of God's pledge to us in response to Christ's death on the cross.  

Dad would not have wanted me to feel sad or mournful concerning his death.  I know this, because he himself had told me how to handle fear and sadness.  When I was younger, I was a practicing hypochondriac.  If I saw a TV show where someone was diagnosed with a disease, I soon developed a belief that I too had that disease.   One particularly difficult time, Dad sat me down and said, "When we are scared or afraid like how you feel right now, do you know who we are supposed to call?"  

"Dr. Quinn?"  I responded, naming our family's general practitioner. 

I'm sure he had to fight back laughter as he said, "No, Jesus."

Call on Jesus.

Great advice from a father to his daughter.  

As Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, NO ONE can fathom what God has done; that's why he's God.   But He has set in our hearts the pursuit of eternity.  My dad finished the race; completed the goal for which he was striving, three years ago today. 

Pray:  Heavenly Father, thank you for your pursuit of US, and for placing in our hearts the desire to live with you forever.  Thank you for sending your Holy Spirit to us so we are never alone here on earth.  We pray for comfort for those who have lost loved-ones on this earth, and we pray that we may all be together again in eternity with you.  Amen.

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful post - my mom passed away on April 22nd this year and my dad one year before that, and praise God, they both loved the Lord. I am so happy your father gave you that great advise of calling on Jesus. Bless you!

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