September 30, 2008

The Bed was Already Made

2 Corinthians 2:16

“to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life. Who is sufficient for these things?”

He had been in hospice care for months, his liver destroyed, his life slipping from him. I saw him once with many people around, stopped by once and was told he was resting, visited and prayed with him twice when he was in such pain that, through the fog of medication, I do not know if he could understand much of what was happening. In prayer with him, I preached the gospel twice (with his wife in the room) both at the hospital and at his home. But I had been praying for a conscious moment for him, to look in his eyes and share Jesus.

Saturday night I rode the elevator up to the fourth floor and walked into a still and dark room. The bed was made, and he was gone. I found out later that he had died the day before.

I helped the widow find the phone number of the pastor that the family wanted to conduct the funeral, formally the pastor of the little church I serve now.

At the visitation, all I could do way pray that they were weeping for the right reasons, and make sure they knew I was really there if they needed me.

I could spend years listing things that I should have done differently in trying to reach him and the family. But nothing prepared me for that dark hospital room, and no one called me to let me know he was gone. They were understandably busy.

PM

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What can I say but that you were there for the family as best you could. I'd be interested in hearing what the other things are that you could have done.

MP

Anonymous said...

I've read through this post more than half a dozen times now and still cannot totally put my finger on the emotions it touches. It highlights one of the greatest fears I had when I considered being a pastor.
As with MP I would say that you were there as much as a pastor can be. The suddenness of death, even when we know it's approaching still takes our breath away.
I think I've always contrasted the quickness of death with the speed of the Lord's coming. We know it's on the way and quickly. But, after he comes we will all wonder about the things we should have done differently.
I pray peace for you in times like these.

TL