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I had just fallen asleep on Saturday evening when I received the call. My granddad had died. He was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. He started chemo and it appeared to have shrunk the cancer. However, that didn’t change the doctor’s prognosis. The chemo was causing him so much trouble that he/they decided to stop it. Things went downhill from there.
I feel a bit guilty because, to be honest, it has been hard to be sad. I feel like I ought to be sad. I’ll miss my granddad and I’m sure in those moments when I should get to see him or talk to him and can’t, I’ll feel sad. But since Saturday night, I’ve actually felt relief. I can tell you when I felt sad. I felt sad when I got to see him over Thanksgiving. I spent some time alone with him in his room when all he could do was lay in bed and talk through gasped breaths. I felt sadness when I talked to him on the phone last Friday when all he could do was moan in response to my statements. I cried then.
On Friday, I prayed that God would not let him suffer like that for a long time. A day later, he quit suffering. I didn’t cry then. I thanked God for granting my request.
I’m sure part of it is that the reality hasn’t hit me. Unlike my Chattanooga relatives, I didn’t see Granddad on a regular basis. When I go to Chattanooga later and don’t get to see him, I’m sure that will stir the feelings of loss. But right now all I can sense is the joy of God’s child finally getting to go home.
What a moment that must have been for him. Paul said, “My desire is to depart and be with Christ” (Philippians 1:23). It makes me feel good to know Granddad is with other loved ones who have already died. But more importantly, he is with Christ now. What must that be like?
What I can’t help but think is one day I’m going to be where Granddad was on Saturday. Maybe it won’t be cancer, but one day I’ll be living my very last day on earth. It may come when I’m 36. It may come when I’m 49 like it did for my dad. It may come when I’m 89 as it did for my granddad. But it is coming. What am I doing to prepare for that day? Am I pursuing my own ends, chasing down my dreams and goals at the expense of God’s glory? Am I pursuing my own salvation, trying to work really hard to prove how good I am so God will owe me salvation? Or am I just trying to get to know Jesus better and better every day?
In Philippians 3:7-8, Paul said, “But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.”
When I get to that day, I don’t want to be able to say that I knew presidents. I don’t want to be able to say that I became president. I don’t want to say that I knew superstars. I don’t want to be able to say that I became a superstar. I don’t want to say that I knew popular authors. I don’t want to be able to say that I became a popular author. I want to be able to say that I knew Jesus. I want to be able to say that I became His friend. Don’t get me wrong, I want family, friends, and brethren nearby when I die. But more than that, I want to be able to put my hand in Jesus’ as I cross the bar.
That is what it is all about. Oh, certainly, we are in the world and, as such, we work and have varying degrees of success as we do so. I’m not condemning the idea of dreams. But if I fulfill my wildest career dreams but don’t know Jesus, I’ve missed it all.
That is why I continue this blog. It helps me and I hope it helps you.