Late last night, I received an email from a close, dear friend that said
Just wanted to ask for your prayers for my uncle who is in a coma…two weeks ago, he found out he has lung cancer (because he fell through a roof and had broken ribs)
He underwent surgery last week for the cancer and it went very well. They removed the cancer and it was actually benign. He, however, then had a stroke and has been in a coma ever since. They plan on taking him off the ventilator tomorrow to see if he can make it on his own.
My Dad is the eldest of five siblings and just lost his sister, in April…My uncle is a Christian…so the good news is that it is possible he will be meeting our Saviour shortly.
My request is that you pray for his healing, if its God's will…and also for my family who has suffered a loss this year and possibly another shortly.
This afternoon, I received a subsequent text that said:
Thank you all so much for your prayers, my uncle has passed away. We find comfort knowing he is with our Lord.
The older I get, the more I’ve been confronted with death. Deaths of family members, friends, terminal illnesses, and every time its come to claim one more, I’ve always been at a loss as to how to react, what to say, what to do. But this email encouraged me…so the good news is, that it is possible he will be meeting our Saviour shortly.
As believers, we find hope in the final collapse of our lung, the concluding beat of our heart, the moment we drift from our withered earthly husk into our eternal indestructible, unimaginable bodies. That within itself, is good news.
So the good news is, tonight, among the many He’s bid to cross Jordan on this day, stands my dear friend’s uncle. Free of the terresterial chains that bound him, he stands before his Saviour and rejoices.
Tonight, among the many that mourn those who’ve spent their last day on this side, there is a family in a small town in Texas that despite their loss upon loss, rejoices that their kinsman, even now basks in the direct glow of the welcoming smile of his Redeemer.
Oh I want to see him
Look upon his face
There to sing forever
Of his saving grace
On the streets of glory
Let me lift my voice
Cares all past
Home at last
Ever to rejoice
Just wanted to ask for your prayers for my uncle who is in a coma…two weeks ago, he found out he has lung cancer (because he fell through a roof and had broken ribs)
He underwent surgery last week for the cancer and it went very well. They removed the cancer and it was actually benign. He, however, then had a stroke and has been in a coma ever since. They plan on taking him off the ventilator tomorrow to see if he can make it on his own.
My Dad is the eldest of five siblings and just lost his sister, in April…My uncle is a Christian…so the good news is that it is possible he will be meeting our Saviour shortly.
My request is that you pray for his healing, if its God's will…and also for my family who has suffered a loss this year and possibly another shortly.
This afternoon, I received a subsequent text that said:
Thank you all so much for your prayers, my uncle has passed away. We find comfort knowing he is with our Lord.
The older I get, the more I’ve been confronted with death. Deaths of family members, friends, terminal illnesses, and every time its come to claim one more, I’ve always been at a loss as to how to react, what to say, what to do. But this email encouraged me…so the good news is, that it is possible he will be meeting our Saviour shortly.
As believers, we find hope in the final collapse of our lung, the concluding beat of our heart, the moment we drift from our withered earthly husk into our eternal indestructible, unimaginable bodies. That within itself, is good news.
So the good news is, tonight, among the many He’s bid to cross Jordan on this day, stands my dear friend’s uncle. Free of the terresterial chains that bound him, he stands before his Saviour and rejoices.
Tonight, among the many that mourn those who’ve spent their last day on this side, there is a family in a small town in Texas that despite their loss upon loss, rejoices that their kinsman, even now basks in the direct glow of the welcoming smile of his Redeemer.
Oh I want to see him
Look upon his face
There to sing forever
Of his saving grace
On the streets of glory
Let me lift my voice
Cares all past
Home at last
Ever to rejoice
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