He was a kind and generous man. He was a talented artist and started his own graphics company, which now employs over 130 people. He had numerous friends who loved him…because he cared about others. He loved to play golf; he wanted to be buried with his favorite putter.
But he was very sick. He fought valiantly through several illnesses and conditions, even after his wife, his mother, and his father died. But when he found out he wouldn’t be able to receive a kidney, he could fight no longer. It was time to let go.
Mr. M went to the funeral of this dear friend and also to visitation. While at the funeral home for visitation, hubs learned a few things about his friend Mike Power.
As I said, Mike was a talented artist. One day when he was 14 years old, he drew the picture below as he sat in church listening to the preacher’s sermon…
I don’t know but I imagine this must have been part of the sermon…
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me. To him who overcomes I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.” (Rev. 3:20-21 NKJV)
Mike opened that door and Jesus walked in. Exactly when, I do not know. But Mike is in no more pain or misery. He is dancing on streets of gold. As I envision him dancing, I hear this song. Hubs and I love it. Our church loves to sing it. Gives me goosebumps every time. I want it played at my funeral. I hope you won’t skip over it. (It has a rather long intro. Slide over to 46 seconds.)
At this stage of my life, the number of friends and relatives leaving this earth is escalating. I know where I will spend eternity. But I ponder on the fate of others. My heart aches that I won’t get to dance with as many as the Lord desires.
There’s always that knock on the door. Jesus stands knocking at every heart’s door that has barred Him entrance. He never gives up. He seeks more heavenly dancers.
I know I’ll get to dance with Mike. And my mom and dad. And my grandparents. And my mother-in-law. And all those saints of old.
But my heart wonders…and aches…
Will I get to dance with you?