I clearly remember the day when the news of my father’s
sudden and accidental death reached me. During the early hours of the morning I
was downloading software in my office where we were working as evangelists.
Thousands of kilometers separated me from my father’s
apartment in a small village in South Africa where he had died as a result of a
domestic accident and no one noticed.
We had been trying for weeks to contact him without success
and now the impact of the tragic news sent me into a spin of tears, feelings of
guilt and un answered questions.
Why couldn’t I have been at his side during his last
moments?
Why did God allow him to die under such circumstances as
while I was serving his church on the other side of the world?
The tears subsided since then and the feelings of guilt have
been rationalized, but the un answered question still remain. I finally arrived in the small village where
my father had died; I had about only two hours that I could spend in his
apartment before the funeral took place.
I went through his belongings in order to be able to find
something that would remind me of him, his favorite hat which we used to tease
him about endlessly is what I now have in remembrance of him.
So little hope came when I read the scripture that says when
we lose our loved one and even our knowledge of that person will always remain
a fragmented one. But to all my friends, there is another meeting place somewhere
in heaven where we shall be safely in Jesus’ hands. Just take heart when such
incidences happen.
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