Naturally, I've ben pondering why my father died in
the prime of life. Yes, he was 86. But, literally every person who knew him
knows he was 24 at heart and in energy. It comes to me that though he had not
reached perfection, as none of us will as long as we are on this planet, over
time he had been allowing God to mold his heart into the image of His Son. He
used his talents for the good of others, his acts of compassion expressed the
love
of God for His creation, he cared for his body as one should care for the temple of the Holy Spirit, gifts and accolades to him were received with grace and humility, and he was filled with joy.
of God for His creation, he cared for his body as one should care for the temple of the Holy Spirit, gifts and accolades to him were received with grace and humility, and he was filled with joy.
Yes, there was much good he still could have done
on this earth. But our lives here are not about what we do, though what we do
is evidence of our faith. Our lives are about becoming what God intends for
each of us. And I think Dad would have continued to be greatly used to draw
people to know Jesus through his actions and words, but because his heart had
learned the lesson of real life, God took him home to complete the good work,
as He promises. The plan for us is to become like Jesus and to know peace and
joy for all eternity face to face with God. Daddy didn’t need to stay here to
finish what God had begun. God let the fallen world take his physical body because
Dad was ready to meet his Father in his glorified body and hear the words,
“Well, done, good and faithful servant.”
Some of us don’t learn the lesson till our dying
breath, like the thief on the cross. Some of us let God teach us on the journey
and are able to live the gift of abundant joy on earth for a long time. Like
Dad. It’s all about what’s best for us.
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