The Visible God
I looked and I
saw love, and the face of God looked into the face of the dying man
Lips moved, and
hardly-distinguishable sounds were heard. The girl, the dying man's
granddaughter, leaned in closer, her hand gently holding his jerking
hand. Her lips formed words of comfort, words of reassurance. But,
they weren't necessary, because her eyes said all that was needed or
"Grandpa, I love
you. Grandpa, I am here."
And he knew!
Somehow he knew, through the fog of medications and through the veil
that enshrouds a dying body and a fighting mind slowly surrendering
to the way of all flesh.
It was a
horribly-ugly moment, because it exposed the awfulness of the final
encounter of life and death. Sin's fruit rotten to the core ... the
wages of sin -- not this man's sins only, but the sins of all people
in every generation of all time.
Yet, it was a
wondrously-glorious moment because the energy generated by the love
being given, and received, and returned, overwhelmed and conquered
the awfulness of the moment.
This night will
turn into morning, and maybe tomorrow will see the man and the girl
continue the struggle. Maybe the conflict will be over. Only One
knows, and it is He who permitted himself to be seen in those
defining moments when a dying man was allowed to look into the face
of God's love and say
Written by Pastor Don Meadows
1/14/04 in Baltimore, Md. My Uncle Donald Moody died at 2 a.m. on
1/20/04. His granddaughter was with him. I was given my first name
after Uncle Donald, who was fighting in Europe during World War II
when I was born. He participated in 7 major invasions, was wounded
and carried the emotional scars of his combat experiences the rest
of his life. He declared his faith in Jesus Christ and was baptized
by me on the night I wrote this article. To God be the glory!