“I’ve got to go home today, Dad,” I explained as I swabbed his dry mouth with water.
“Home,” he managed to whisper as he raised his eyebrows.
“Yes. Home. I need to get home to my girls.”
“Home,” he breathed out again.
“I’m sorry. Yes, I have to go home,” I apologized, holding back tears.
“Home. Home. Home. Home,” he struggled to push out the word with each exhale.
Maybe he wasn’t referring to me going home. What was he trying to tell me? “I’m so sorry I don’t know what you are trying to say. I know you can hear me. But I want you to know that YOU are home right now. You are in your bedroom and everyone is here at YOUR home.” I was stretching the truth a bit. For at this particular moment in time, it was just me and my dad. But the room would be full again soon. I was grateful for a bit of privacy.
I knew I had to pull myself together. I finished swabbing his mouth. “Dad, I’m just going to put on my shoes. I’m not leaving the room. I’m just going to sit right here next to you.”
I started to desparately search for the words to say. What could I say to give him some peace?
“Dad?” I began, trying to sound chipper, “Isn’t is amazing how short life seems? How quickly it all goes by? It’s hard for us to remember that life is eternal. It’s such a mystery. While we are here, we only get to see one side of eternity. But YOU…soon you are going to see what is on the other side of the curtain. Your entire perspective is going to change. You are going to have an eternal perspective. This life here will seem even shorter! And YOU will understand how the joys here are just the echoes of Eden and how quickly any suffering here comes to an end…That this life is but the blink of an eye. I am so excited for your sufferring to come to an end and for you to see Jesus face to face. And I can say I know someone who is on the other side of the mystery.”
And I took his face in my hands and said, “Now, Dad… I’ve got to go. I won’t see you again on this side of eternity.”
And he let out a loud, long moan, using every ounce of his strength from deep within.
He heard me. I kissed him for the last time, getting very close to his ear, “I’ll see you soon, though… In the blink of an eye.”
Now, sitting on a plane toward home, I realize that there is a new theme in my life. If I am intentional, I can recognize when I am standing on Holy Ground. What a privelege to usher someone into Heaven. To give them a glimpse of Eternity. To offer comfort and to know there is a hope and a promise.
How often do we recognize our divine appointments? If we look for the Holy Ground on which we stand, how would we change our response? Our attitude?
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