Dear Leaders Chosen of God,
My friend and retired missionary, Roger, recently had a serious heart attack. He was unconscious when rushed to the hospital. As the medical team worked frantically to revive him they urged, “Roger, are you still with us? Can you hear us? If you can please say something!”
Roger opened his mouth and sang:
"Jesus loves me this I know, For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong, They are weak but He is strong"
“I don’t know if it was the right thing to do Jack,” he said as we talked on the phone; “But it was what came to my mind and that is what I did.” I could tell he was grinning. That was Roger. He had a sense of humor that often came through. He also wanted everyone around him to know about his Savior Jesus Christ. I am sure the medical team had something to talk about when they got home that night.
A week before, when I called Rena at the hospital, she was weeping uncontrollably. “They told me There’s nothing they can do! Hospice just got here. I can’t talk now.”
“God help Rena and Roger,” I prayed out loud. “I’ll call you later.”
“Thanks,” and the line went dead. I sat there for a while, stunned and shaken.
A few weeks have passed since the jovial conversation I had with Roger. An email came from our Village Mission office. Roger had gone to heaven.
I called Rena the day before the memorial service.
“I was in the kitchen,” she told me.
“Honey,” he called, “I need some help getting into the bathroom.”
“While we were in there I said, ‘You haven’t had a shave in days. I’m going to give you a shave while we are in here.’ As we walked into the living room I asked, ‘Do you want to get in bed or sit in your chair?’”
“The chair will be fine.”
“He sat down, looked up at the ceiling; I think he saw the angels. Then he closed his eyes…AND WAS GONE; so peaceful”
“Oh Rena,” I said, “God has given you something very special. He was home, WITH YOU. You watched him step from your loving care into the arms of Jesus.”
She cried as we continued to talk; the tears shed were of pain AND joy; “He was so tired,” Rena said. “He never liked what the stroke did to him; and – then – the heart attack.”
“We weep down here but Roger’s joy is ecstatic. It will not be long now until we are all together again. Until then we will glorify Him.”
“I know,” she answered as she regained her composure. I prayed with her and we said goodbye.
Talking to Roger; then to his widow Rena, is also a part of serving God down here.
“Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.” (Romans 12:15)
In His love,