Tonight, I had a few words with Oldest Son. He is back on American soil. He is very weary from a trip that lasted 36 hours. My heart can barely contain the joy of knowing that he is “home” again.
This afternoon, my Uncle John, my precious Daddy’s brother, quietly went home to Heaven. He has had a long journey. And the days were getting more and more difficult. I was sitting here tonight, thinking about my joy at Oldest Son’s homecoming, and my heart is suddenly alive with the thought of our Heavenly Father, welcoming Uncle John HOME. Home: Where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, no more crying. He’s left the oxygen tubes, the difficult breathing, the body that has become increasingly unreliable, and he is HOME. And I believe the Father’s heart is full of joy, so glad to have him HOME.
We are going to miss him here. His presence and his personality could fill a room with laughter or gloom depending on his orientation. I loved to hear him pray. One of the last times he prayed in church, he prayed for a neighborhood child who has been coming to Sunday School, and the prayer was full of love and concern and understanding and hope.
He was so supportive of church activities. I took this picture on a cold November night in 2005, when our church came for a hot dog roast on the back pasture followed by a hay ride. He loved hot dog roasts, and he always came with his sticks sharpened and ready. He could make a mean hot dog!
The thing he loved to eat almost better than anything else was crabs. At the last Fourth of July Picnic, Freeman and Loretta Beachy came with two bushels of crabs, fresh that very morning, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. Picking out crabs takes practice, and this man had it down to a science
And then, last fall, we had another late season hot dog roast and hay ride, and we knew it would be too cold for some of our older people. So some of us made soup in addition to the usual hot dog fare, and my Sweet Mama, Aunt Dottie and Uncle John, and Uncle Eli and Aunt Ruth stayed by the fire in the house, and we brought Shrimp Chowder and Chicken Corn Noodle Soup and Taco Soup and whatever else they thought would be good. Here the “house crew” is, sitting around the table and enjoying eachother’s company as well as keeping warm.
Soldier won the battle,
He’s in Gloryland somewhere.
Soldier won the battle,
No more aging there.
Living now with Jesus
Waiting ’till we come.
Busy for the Master,
Forever, always young.