Alzheimer’s took my dad. Not sure the point of this test.
He was a good man, beyond good. He’d do anything for anyone, and was a kind, smart, funny, moral man. I’ve had more than one person, years later, tell me that he was the best person they’d ever known.
Daddy was never religious. He’d take us to church, but rarely went in. His mother, her whole life, wanted to see him know Jesus.
She died, and then he got sick. Before we lost him, he found Jesus. He really did have the sweet, simple faith of a child at that point. It was beautiful and miraculous. I knew my grandmother was smiling down from Heaven.
I would not take this test unless there were a medical reason to do so, and would not recommend it. I’d be concerned that people might do something rash, and the truth is that the best things sometimes come out of the worst situations. Alzheimer’s is the worst disease I can think of, but losing all hope is worse yet.
Knowing that years and years from now, you will die from something? You’re going to die anyway. We all will. These tests can only steal hope at this point.
Some people are only inches from God, and it’s pride that keeps them from moving the rest of the way.
The Lord has a plan and purpose even in this sad suffering world in which “not a sparrow falls apart from the Father.”
We think of earthly lives. God thinks of eternities. A season of humbling is less than a flyspeck on His eternal calendar, and yet He takes notice of what happens during that season.
If I knew of the looming danger, I would keep on committing my life to the Lord and pray every day for love and mercy as I made my passage through the murk until I could not think to pray any more. Which might never happen, though I might not be able to tell anyone else in words after a point. This is a risk to anybody anyhow. Our lives could become extremely small even in our worldly estimation due to anything that could happen at any moment.