I had gone to visit my father in the nursing home. He was bedridden
after multiple strokes and a diagnosis of terminal cancer. He couldn’t open
his eyes and could only mumble and groan. He was groaning so much
that I asked him what was wrong. He just kept groaning. So, I asked him
if he was in pain. He replied with an emphatic “No!” “What’s wrong
then, Daddy?” I inquired. “Just miserable” he replied. His words broke
my heart. I couldn’t stay much longer. I was exhausted after a twelve-
hour shift at work and had to get home to my family.
It was raining as I walked out to the car. I started pouring out my
frustration to God. “Why?” I asked. “Why does a man like my father
who has loved and served You all his life have to suffer so much at the
end of his life?”
God answering me in my heart replied “Do you remember when
you were born- remember how traumatic that was?”
I answered “Of course not! I can’t remember anything about being . born. It was too long ago and I was just a baby.”
“And your father won’t remember any of this.”
My father, Roger McKay was escorted
to his eternal home on May 22nd, 1998.
“For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall
lead them unto living fountains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes.” Rev. 7:17 (KJV)