I was scrolling through my emails
earlier today, and one in particular caught my eye.
Dear Erma
Would you mind taking a minute to fill
out the enclosed survey for 23&Me? Your response will be helpful to us.
Sincerely
The 23&Me Team
Funny thing, when I read the email it
immediately occurred to me to respond,
“Well, if you care to hold a séance,
Erma might be up to answering your questions.”
My dear readers, I regret to tell you
that my mother passed away within two weeks of submitting her DNA specimen, and
four weeks prior to receiving the results,
…and thus became just one more
ancestor of someone who will ultimately, like her, trace their genealogy, or
submit a DNA specimen.
Scripture assures us that,
“It
is appointed unto man once to die.”
(Hebrews 9:27)
None of us are exempt. As young, or as
heathy as we are at this moment, there is a time and place appointed to each of
us to transcend the only time and place we have ever known.
Pt. 2
After King David’s infant son passed
away, he responded to the concern of his attendants with the following words.
But now that the child is dead… can I
bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me." 2nd Samuel 12:23
We have so little understanding of heaven. But I am convinced that our singular hope is in the
finished work of the Savior; Jesus Christ.
“I will go to him. He cannot return to me.”
But in spite of this scriptural admonition, it would
seem that our Lord sometimes gives us a momentary glimpse into the realm which
awaits all believers.
A few days after my father’s death, my mother had
laid down to take a nap in the bedroom; which they had shared with one another.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and stared towards the one corner of the room.
And she could not help but gasp, for she saw my dad, (or at least a vision of
my dad) seated in his favorite rocking chair. He said nothing, but sat there
looking intently in her eyes, and with “a smile as big as all outdoors.”
And after a few moments elapsed, he disappeared from
her sight.
We are creatures of the here and the hereafter.
Pt. 3
A century ago, when Teddy Roosevelt was President of
the United States, he took time off for an African safari. After having killed
several game animals, he re-boarded the ocean liner, and headed back for this
country.
It so happened that a missionary couple was
traveling third class on board the same ship, and as they neared New York Harbor,
and looked out of the porthole, they saw an immense crowd waiting for the
president, and cheering loudly.
And with this, the old minister exclaimed,
“Here we have been in Africa for 50 years, and we’re
returning home penniless and with no one to greet us. The president has been
hunting big game for two weeks, and he comes back, and the whole world is here
to greet him.”
And the old gentleman continued to mourn what he
felt was a great injustice.
“Carolyn, it just seems so unjust that we have given
everything to the cause of the Gospel, and we get back home, and there’s
nothing worth waiting for waiting for us.”
And with this, the old missionary’s wife attempted
to encourage her despondent husband.
“Oh, but Henry. Don’t be so dejected. We’re not home
yet!”
My mother never did learn the results of her DNA
test. But I believe, at this point, she is much more concerned with her
spiritual DNA, and that, as I write these words, my parents bask in the light
of their Father in heaven.
(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 75. By William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending.
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