My Grandpa went to be with Jesus his Lord this morning. A couple days ago I asked Jesus to “record” this moment of renewal so I could see it when I get there. Other than my own meeting with Jesus, I can’t think of a person I’d like to see walking, seeing, hearing, and laughing his warm, beautiful, teethy smile in the arms of the Love, the Beauty, our Jesus! Surely He’s wiping away tears, even now. Now, someone wipe away mine!
Grandpa’s passing is not a sorrowful event in light of the hope of resurrection offered in the power of Jesus. It is good to know he is free indeed. Thank you for praying for him. He loved well and finished his race well. Many have been touched by his life, perhaps most among them: myself. If you like or love me thank one Vite Ward Honey, a great man of God. I have no greater influence aside from the Holy Spirit Himself. Even further, Grandpa granted my request to bless me OT style, and I believe wholeheartedly God answered his prayer… this occurred not long after the time when my wife left. I have not been the same since. Praise God for His transforming power! Praise be to the Father of Lights!
One of my Grandpa’s favorite hymns. Everytime we would sing it for him in the last year when he had strength, he would join in, even though his voice no longer carried the former pitch control he once had. His eyes would well up as he smiled, affirming the truths of the song with a clenched fist held high (esp “One Day He’s coming, O glorious day!”). May we be last-day believers who proclaim the Gospel as Pastor Honey did!
One Day (Glorious Day)
John Wilbur Chapman
One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was as black as could be,
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin—
Dwelt among men, my example is He!
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
One day He’s coming—O glorious day!
One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected;
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He.
One day they left Him alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He.
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
Then He arose, over death He had conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore.
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!
I’ll try to post a couple videos I have somewhere soon and link to them, so you can at least hear a tiny taste of the spirit my Grandpa has.