Paul’s faith became sight at 5 p.m. today when he took Jesus’ hand and entered Heaven. My father-in-law left his earthly body peacefully.
His wife, Joyce, his three children, including my husband Scott, and I were at his side, holding his hands, letting him go, urging him on, cheering him on.
Isn’t that God’s grace? That we were there, escorting him home? Isn’t that something?
And to think you don’t have to have communion wine or bread or holy water to experience a sacramental moment …
We imagine now what Paul must be seeing and experiencing, though God’s Word tells us that no eye can see, no ear can hear and no mind can conceive what Paul is experiencing now.
But in our earthly minds, we try. We imagine what it might be like: a welcoming party that includes his father, a dock over a beautiful lake, fishing boats, new fields to plant, sunsets and the beginning of life with no pain.
Our hearts are heavy with sadness.
We’ll miss him.
But we rejoice in knowing that immediately after he took his last breath here on Earth, he took the next breath in the very presence of Jesus.
Paul Alan Lee
March 18, 1941 – January 21, 2009