Thanks
August 25th, 2025I want to thank everyone who has expressed condolences in my comments, regarding my recent loss. It was very thoughtful.
I have been comforted by reminders that the living suffer more than the dead, except of course for the damned. For example, although I tend to remember my dad as a scary tyrant or the weak, prayer-loving old man he became, in reality, he is more like a god than a person now. He is younger than I am. That’s really something. He doesn’t wear glasses. His hair isn’t gray. He never gets sick. He never feels pain or sorrow. The greatest evil spirits there are can’t touch him or go anywhere near him.
Christian funerals used to be celebrations. Over time, pagan converts corrupted the church like Californians moving to Texas, and Christians started wearing black and focusing on the pain. I have to keep this in mind. I saw a recent video featuring Lester Sumrall, and he described moping over the deceased as feeling sorry for oneself. That sobered me up.
The condition of my heart will keep getting better, my blessed life will continue, and it won’t be long before I will be with God and all the dead people and creatures I have cared about, but for those who would not accept salvation. This life is but a vapor, as the word says. I am closer to heaven than high school, which seems very recent in my mind.
I will try not to be self-indulgent and make things worse than they are while my heart heals.
August 26th, 2025 at 2:27 AM
“I am closer to heaven than high school, which seems very recent in my mind.” — A nice way to put it. (And I’m in the same boat, which saddens me a little when I think about it.)
August 26th, 2025 at 8:41 AM
I still say to myself all the time: “I miss you soooo much Baby. And I just want you back.”
But then I quickly remember how selfish that. He’s free and finally at peace. Lord knows he earned it.
I just have to wait, and hope I get to join him.
August 26th, 2025 at 9:29 PM
I do my best not to talk to the dead, but sometimes words want to burst out of me.
August 26th, 2025 at 10:17 PM
I found it a relief when my parents were relieved of their suffering when I knew God had taken them home. Not that I didn’t and still do miss them, but I never grieved. I was sad for the suffering they had, but I knew where they were. In fact, as my mother lay dying in the hospital she was shivering, I asked her if she was cold, her answer was, “God is giving me new life.” I didn’t ask anymore questions and that was probably her last words to me. My dad had Parkinson’s and when I saw his relaxed face and not the grimace of Parkinson’s I knew he was at peace and so was I.