Wednesday, July 27, 2005
In my thoughts and dreams, you told me I'll always be your boy and you, my dad. Long ago, before you and I left our footprints on the sands of time, the God of all people knew us, and pre-anointed our lives to joined together in the last-mentioned days of the 20th Century. You now, better than I, seem to understand His reason. God's plan is from all eternity.
As your journey on this, life's railway to heaven was fading into history, to help pull you across the finish line was my gift to you. It is a small, cheerful gesture to a man I loved. When your eyes closed and your soul wandered away, the gates of Holy city swung open. I don't just think you made it, I know you did. On the afternoon you followed the living water up to eternal life, (John 4:14; 7:38; Rev 21:6), a divine messenger of peace touched my shoulders with gentle hands. That was you. Your welcome, dad. You are now among the banquet of saints.
You and grandma Dora wait for me. When my season on earth is complete, I'll be along.
Dad, I guess, your time to lift anchor and sail into the distance is come. That isn't you laid-up in the casket. No more than a fallen branch is still part of a tree. I realize that.</b></font><br><br>
