Twenty seven years after I met you John…after a Cascade of roller coaster events – I now have to sort through the impact of life you and Ann had on me.
Twenty seven years of swimming against the tide of your distaste for living a Life built on Faith.
I have not written in this space for a long time – actually that’s only partly true. I was given a chunk of Prophecy last night that I have yet to release. But the lengthy prior absence was necessary to Seek The Lord’s Presence – and to stabilize myself for yet another loss.
My Mother-in-law passed in 2012, after enduring a brutal illness and an untimely post-surgical death. Yet, God utilized the events surrounding her demise to help me evangelize LIFE into my Father-in-law.
The family I am associated with (married into) spent their life as “carnal, lukewarm” christians. Such association is not an easy road for the heart that has spent their life trying to emulate and follow Christ. Yet, this carnal/lukewarm “model” is also completely the opposite of the family I was born into. Both my parents were incredibly strong and grounded, Dad had an enormous moral compass and Mom’s reason for being was based on her Trust in the Lord.
Even when I shared the news of John’s (whom I nicknamed “Grandpa) passing with his relatives in England – and that he died believing in Jesus Christ as His Savior – their response was (sadly) less than enthusiastic. Sigh…
After Grandpa was Saved and repented, he decided to travel to Israel to get Baptized in The Jordan.
Yeah, I N-E-V-E-R saw that coming!
As it were, for twenty seven years I listened to indifference and apathy about the very nature of Faith I carried in our invisible – yet all powerful and omnipotent God.
It is the seed of doubt, coupled with the seed of unforgiveness that led to Ann’s bitterness and it is that bitterness that led to her demise.
Now, that both of your voices have been silenced – I can only wait for God’s leading. Since The Lord is and has always been in control, even if and when I don’t know what to do, he does. Nothing will ever change that.
Grandpa, It was four weeks yesterday that I stood in that Mausoleum watching your casket slide into its crypt. The cold hard smack of its base reaching the end of the vault with an unceremonious “thud” and the concrete dust that danced once last time into permanent seclusion.
I finally just made the two last phone calls I’d been putting off to begin the “closure” and healing process. To the Dr’s office that last oversaw your temporary stay at the ER and to the Hospice Office to which you were transferred for Pallative Care.
In the years after Grandpa entered “widower-hood” – when he was staying with us in 2016, he had a supernatural encounter with God and he told me about it. It was on that day, the day of this supernatural encounter that Grandpa found out about who Jesus Christ was and the Gospel of Salvation.
Grandpa accepted Christ then and there, repenting of his sins. He even went so far as to travel to Jerusalem and visit the Holy Land (sometime between 2015/17) – where he was Baptized in The Jordan.
I guess what’s hard is to have been here to guide him into starting his walk with Jesus Christ — and to have heard him describe what it was like to see Jesus/God face to face. The indescribable perfect Love, Peace and Joy he felt. That he spoke with Jesus (in Tongues) and didn’t want to leave Heaven or Jesus Presence, even though Jesus said Grandpa had to come back to earth for a while. It was then that I guided him through accepting Christ and seeking repentance for his sins – so what was hard? Having to witness the devastating effects of Dementia steal someone’s memories, and their very “life” essence.
I miss you Grandpa, but I know that I know that you’re with Jesus – and in His Presence ❤ Hugs ❤