There is a funeral at our church today. I'm not very good at funerals.
A few years ago I held my first, and only, funeral for a person in my church in Tauranga. I understood Gods love for Dave and the transformation and joy God had brought into his life were real and tangible. I miss Dave and the insight he had on life once God had captured his heart.
Today we say farewell (for a while) to another man. I did not get the opportunity to get to know him but 200-300 people coming to his funeral today suggests he was a well respected and loved man.
I did get the chance to pray with him a few weeks ago on the last night of the Charlie Robinson conference. I don't know exactly how to explain this but for the first time I REALLY understood the Fathers heart for His children. I stood behind him as we prayed and I wept, uncontrollably for him. It was not the tears of desperation or sadness but those of love. They were not my tears but those of the Father for His child, His son. I couldn't interpret them on the night and did not want to say "God will heal you." It did not feel right to say it. I felt Gods love and appreciation and joy for the man - like a daddy waiting expectantly for his child to come be with him.
I don't understand death. I don't understand why some people are healed and others are not. I don't understand much about God.
But I know He loves us all. I know he cherishes every one of us. I know we will be with Him for eternity - both here on earth and in heaven. That's awesome!
It may not help now as we say goodbye, as we deal with death in our own ways.
But I know the Father love for this man.
He was special to our Father.
We are all special to our Father.
He loves us.
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