A wife, children and the life they made had long since been abandoned. Had it been 10 or 13 years since the last time he laid eyes on them? Truthfully, does the precise year matter when so much time has passed? The hurt and anger comes more quickly to mind than any of the moments of joy and happiness they had shared. Had the years been kind to them? Young daughters now women, what had they become?
Despite the sounds of medical machines, the room feels silent. There are no familiar voices to offer comfort. At least at birth there was a mother’s love to comfort the cries and others waiting share the joyous day. But these last days and hours would be spent alone without comfort and love. Silent. Alone.
Seemingly accidentally, the silence is sheepishly broken. But, he is too weak to lift his head and give his eyes a chance to know the meaning of the noise. It feels as though someone is standing by the door just gazing at him. Then suddenly, the soft touch of a caring hand is felt accompanied by a gentle voice once familiar to his weak ears.
He can feel the warmth of love in her voice as she offers greeting and words of encouragement. It feels like a dream, but her voice and her touch are reassuring him that it is real and she has come to be with him. She speaks of love and compassion towards him while gently stroking his hand. No, it must be either a dream or the cruelty of death for surely he had resigned himself to his lonely fate.
She is there. Her words now carry the message of love and forgiveness and sympathy. Words unexpected, are sharing of a hope thought unrecoverable. Her words, her touch, her message all show the marks of a deep change. No hint of bitterness or self serving pleas, but an overwhelming sense of compassion towards him.
Why now? So many years had passed in silence and regret. What is the source of this overflow of compassion? She speaks of the love of Jesus and how she has come to grasp the true joy of salvation and forgiveness. Her heart has been changed and this change compels her to be here with him now. Oh, to have strength enough to open his eyes and gaze once again upon her face.
Love, hope and joy are falling from her lips upon his frail ears penetrating to the very depth of his soul. Her words, her touch, her actions all demonstrate a love that is real and true. A love and change she says can be received by faith. Believe that Jesus has paid the debt and receive His gift of true life.
“Papa, do you understand? Do you understand that I am here because I have come to know the love of Jesus? His love has conquered our past. His love has set us free. Papa, do you understand?”
Yes. Yes he does, but how can he make it known? His speech has failed and his hands are too frail to offer a gesture. Again she tenderly asks, “Papa, do you understand?” Suddenly, their eyes meet! Eyes wide and bright filled at once with wonder and joy. “Papa, do you understand?” His eyes open wider still to express the change which has now taken place within.
As the moments pass, it is clear that they both now experience the same love and joy that comes through forgiveness and hope. She stays by his side until he drifts off to sleep. With a heart of joy, he now rests in peace.
