Hello Dear Followers of the
Risen Christ,
My name is Jonathan and I am Rick’s oldest son. I wanted
to give you an update on my dad’s condition and post a little something I wrote
last night on the five hour drive to the airport.
Dad has had heart issues for many years and at this point
his heart is damaged passed the point of a bypass or stent placement. They are
now giving him blood thinners to regulate the arrhythmia and he will be in the
hospital until Thursday. With that said, Dad is in good spirits! He is light
hearted and his main concern is not that of his heart condition, but rather the
‘heart’ condition of every nurse that passes by and through his room.
Before I post what went through my mind last night, I
want to say thank you to the many readers of this blog. Internet fellowship has
its wonderful and strange dynamics. I have often wondered who was behind many
comments within this blog and the writings and comments from other Christian blogs/sites.
The reason I express such a thought is this: in some of the hardest times,
struggles, victories, and passion filled moments my father has been edified by
all your love, encouragement, and fellowship. I believe that your Jesus filled
fellowship is what truly prompts my dad to keep writing and in turn search the
heart of the Lord. Many retired pastors (especially those who have had
heartaches after stepping down) struggle to find their place outside the
pulpit. Where will they be used and is their voice now a tool un-useful? It has
been your fellowship, regardless of theological agreements or disagreements
outside of the wholesome truths of the gospel of the eternal risen Christ, that
has been such a joy to him. Through this fellowship his talents have been used
by the Lord, even though he is an imperfect vessel. May the Lord continue to
bless you and thank you for the Godly friendship you have shown my father…
When life melts into the
everlasting
and the praises once sung
soften unto the sounds of the cherubim,
His Face grows ever closer
As many memories group into
the defining one,
the heart of the Lord
rejoices
and His eternity is laid forth
before the ones who, with flaw, knelt before the cross
Though the physical heart
paces toward its final beat,
the perfected heart beats
evermore
pounding with a rhythmic
pattern of hosanna
And though our lives are full
of imperfections
and the weariness of time
stains every sandy foot print,
He is faithful to all that
come with the broken fragrance that proclaims “have mercy of me, a sinner”
But though our lives are that
of vapor
and our physical destiny is
that of the grave,
we look to Him who conquered
death and carved our salvation clear
Lay calmly children of
promise, for your salvation draweth nigh
and with His pierced hands He
takes you within His perfect time,
ones for whom He died.
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