Thursday, November 26, 2009
On a joyous day like today, Thanksgiving, I had a friend stop over to share with me that his mom died yesterday. She's been very ill for years, but her body gave up.
This news didn't hamper my happiness and nor hinder the joy the day has brought. It's not that I'm callous, but my friend is a great story teller and communicator and the story he told of his moms last moments was not a sad story. It was a story of a "woman who had a simple faith."
As Rick said, his mom didn't know theology (though Rick's the most knowledgeable person I know concerning this) she just loved Jesus. Prayed to accept His saving Grace and loved on people.
As she lay on her death bed grasping for breath, she only said a few things. She lay there repeating "Amazing Grace" but couldn't say much more. Rick not being a singer, just repeated the first verse in his amazing way and as she listened. Then Rick's wife & daughter picked up their violins and played the tune. Tears of joy and sadness flowed freely.
After a while longer Rick's mom started repeating "our Father" over and over. Rick then prayed the Our Father with her, weeping. When she no longer had the strength to talk she slapped one hand to communicate with the family.
Then her soul left her body.
On this day of family, friends, eating and wondering about the holiday season this sad yet joyous story kept life as I live it in perspective. It's all about Jesus. A simple love that Mrs. Kalal kept until the end when she met Him face to face.
As 1st Corinthians 15:55 says “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” Mrs. Kalal has won the final victory.