I can’t think of a better way to make an exit from this world than with your family standing around your bed singing hymns.
Gives me goosebumps just to think of it.
“I can’t think of a better way to make an exit from this world than with your family standing around your bed singing hymns.”
Obviously, you have never heard my family try to sing.
That’s pretty cool to die with your daughters signing hymns to you - like transitioning from angel voices to real angels.
I have often told the story of Charlie West, a widower of 89 years whose body was shutting down and the doctors told his children nothing more could be done for him and sent him home from the hospital to await his earthly demise.
There he was in a roller bed with his arms nearly black from disease. His friends and family had gathered to see him for the last time. His Bill Gothard Choir tapes humming in the background. You have never met a man more ready to die than Charlie West.
One problem. After all his meds were removed, he got better.
He improved for a few weeks and Charlie was getting angry about it. With nothing else to do one Sunday morning, he got dressed and went to church. His friends teased him by calling him ‘Lazarus’.
Charlie lasted six more months before God called him home, proving to me that we are not in control of dying. God is sovereign in when we are born and when we die.
Prayers up for the Boone family.
Me, too. May God comfort her beautiful family.
Good Lord. That is amazing. And that family, and that man deserve that. What a blessing, to go out like that.
Amen.
His Amazing Grace. How sweet, the sound.