I want to give you a very special thank you for the way you have been so good to me and my family over the past couple of weeks. Two weeks ago today I left after the morning service and sat with my dad pretty much until he died. My world seemed to grind to a halt as I sat at the foot of my dad’s bed. I thought over lots of different things. I thank you for allowing me to be at his side. I thank you for the special gifts to the Peru Bible College in the name of my dad. I thank you for the notes, calls, emails, comments on the blog etc. You have blessed me and my family greatly. Thank you to all of you that came to the viewing or the funeral. We were super honored.
I wrote the following on my personal blog:
Ecclesiastes 7:2 It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
I am sure that if you have looked at this blog that you know that my dad is dying. I am also pretty sure that you are about tired of hearing all of this.
It will soon be over and we will move on to other things. But as I thought about where I was sitting yesterday this verse came into my mind.
We all prefer the house of feasting and partying. The wisest man said that the house of mourning was more important.
The reason that it is so important is that we will lay death to heart. This life is coming to an end for all of us. It is obvious when you are sitting in a house listening to the breathing, the beginning of the death rattle, etc but it is just as true for everyone of us.
Most of us live like there is no tomorrow and if there is a tomorrow it will be just like today and fun is all that matters. We live for self and selfish things. Those things may be good things, like family, friends, fun, our future but we seldom consider what we are doing that has eternal value.
As I sit and watch or look at the shell of dad lying there waiting to die it causes me to go deep within myself and consider what my life has counted for and what will be done that is of value.
It will soon be over. The toys, the comforts, the possessions mean nothing now.
He doesnâ€™t even know what is happening. It is all over down here though he still lies there.
I sit here and count my own days. I count my mortality. I think of the fact that I have only a limited number of days to live.
I know that he is my dad but I hope through these days those that are very special friends will take to heart the house of mourning.
Thank you all so much. God bless you. It is good to be back.