There is a time for everything … a time to be born and a time to die … — Ecclesiastes 3:1,2
My dad passed away in 1999. My mom was recovering from surgery. She felt up to taking a little drive, so my dad drove her around in the country. It was a hot summer day, and when they got home, she went inside while he finished up a little project in the yard.
When he walked in, he didn’t look right and he didn’t feel right. "Could I have a glass of water?" he asked. As my mom went to get it, she asked, "Do you feel okay?"
"No," he said, "I’m having trouble breathing." Then he collapsed on the floor.
We figure he was dead before the ambulance arrived.
I think about my dad’s passing every so often. So sudden and so unexpected. I wonder what my own death will be like. Will I live to be an old man, or will I die suddenly, in mid-sentence with the loose ends of my life all around me? I don’t know, of course.
I once had a dream — I think I shared this before — about heaven opening. From that dream, I came to realize that Jesus comes back for each one of us. One moment we are immersed in the things of this life, and the next we look up and see Him standing there.
I think we’ll discover that He’s always there, exactly on time.
Be encouraged!
Dwight
Dwight Clough is the author of four Christian books and is an active member of Lake City Church in Madison. This devotional is also available via email and you may review the archives back to 2002. To contact Dwight or Kim, use their contact form. You may also support their ministry.