Sunday Bun by L. A. Marzulli
My beloved father passed away quietly in his sleep last night from Alzheimer’s. I am on my way to their home near Philadelphia… He was 94 years old.
You’re in a better place pop!
1 Corinthians 15:13
2 Now if Christ is preached, that He has been raised from the dead, how do some among you say that there is no resurrection of the dead?
13 But if there is no resurrection of the dead, not even Christ has been raised;
14 and if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is vain, your faith also is vain.
15 Moreover we are even found to be false witnesses of God, because we testified against God that He raised Christ, whom He did not raise, if in fact the dead are not raised.…
(This is written, in part, while in route to my parents house on the plane from Los Angeles. L.A.)
My father passed away last night. We got the call at 4:30 this morning. I last saw him only two days ago, as I went from the Colorado conference to my parents house and stayed until Thursday. We all knew he was fading and I prayed over him and told him it was OK to go home.
I counseled my mom too, and told her to try to let him go. Of course she couldn’t do that, as she had been with him since she was 5 years old. They were child-hood sweet hearts and as my Uncle George stated in a recent phone conversation, one inhales the other exhales.
Mom has been in a state of mourning, as the disease took my father ability to communicate months ago, so in a very real sense, we lost him then.
A few years ago when he was still able to walk, Dad and I took a walk around the neighborhood. We talked about many things. He knew he was slipping but at this point he could still carry on a conversation. At some point we talked about Jesus and the Holy Spirit. My Dad was raised Catholic and I don’t think anyone had ever asked him if he wanted to accept the Holy Spirit. He thought about it for a moment and then told me, “Yes, I think I’d like to do that. “
We prayed and he asked the spirit of the Living God into his heart.
I miss my Dad.
About 18 months ago, Peggy and I were getting ready to head back to Los Angeles. We had popped in to see how he was doing. Dad was sitting in a chair in his bedroom and he waved to us as we were leaving and said, Good sailing! He had a big smile on his face and I’ll never forget how he looked. These were the last coherent words he said to me.
Dad had Alzheimer’s and the disease slowly but surely chipped away at every part of him and stole his mind from both him and us. During the last year when I would pop in to see him, I could see his eyes light up. Somewhere in his mind, he knew who I was, but he couldn’t connect the dots.
My Dad fought in WWII. He came back from that war shell-shocked and devastated by what he had seen. He was a Captain in the infantry and landed on the shores of France, in D-Day. He was awarded two purple hearts and the Bronze Star. He never talked about the war until the 50th anniversary of D-day and then for a few days he was an open book. He could talk about the war without breaking down, which he had never been able to do before and after that open window, on the 50th.
My Dad loved the game of golf. He taught both my brother and I the game. He taught us not only the rudiments and rules of golf, but what to him was the heart of the game, good sportsmanship. He loved to see the little white ball fly through the air. He loved the outdoors and the smell of the fresh-cut grass and dew on the greens, in the early morning.
My Dad was a good man. He was honest and truly a man without guile. He was a good father, loving and kind.
The scripture above is the essence of our hope in the Risen Savior. As Paul says, if Jesus did not rise from the dead then our faith is in vain. For those of us who have been born again, by the spirit of the Living God, we know through our experience, that this is our blessed hope. One day we will see Him, who died in our place at Cavalry so long ago, but then rose from the dead three days later!
When the trumpet sounds He will gather us to Himself in the air! The Dead in Messiah will rise first and then we who are yet alive will be gathered to Him.
This might sound like fantasy to some, but it is the fulfillment of the promise, of the redemption of all mankind.
Like David, so long ago, I know I will see my Dad again. This is the promise of eternal life, which is given to us by just believing on Him who was sent, Jesus. If we confess our sins and ask Him into our hearts then we are then born again from above, and the Spirit of the Living God resides in us.
In closing todays Bun. My Dad loved Jesus. He prayed every night to Him before bed. All of us miss him, but I know that he is in a better place and one day I will see him again…. Good Sailing Dad!