Five Minute Friday: Stay

Stay

His time on earth had come to an end. We gathered around him – four generations blessed by his life. Prayers were said, tears were shed. His body was present, his soul was not.

A doctor, evangelist, prophet, church-planter, leader, preacher, pastor, teacher, father, friend, grandfather, brother, uncle, great-grandfather – he was all that and more. Several recounted their cherished memories of him. He was wise, witty, stern, passionate, disciplined, generous, kind and no doubt, respected by all.

I remember the conversations I’ve had with him, sitting at the dining table while he sipped his coffee. A teenager seeking simple answers to complex questions. What is grace? How did you know that you loved my grandmother? He answered them all patiently, his answers logical yet heartfelt.

I kiss his cold forehead and bid goodbye, knowing he’s in a happier place. There’ll be no sickness or pain there. He’s finally home, a citizen of heaven where he always belonged. He could stay no longer here. The tears dry up as peace floods my heart.

His death has rattled our comfortable cages. Zeal to complete the work he started, fills our hearts. I hear the call loud. Will I dare to live the Stephen life? To stand alone and spread God’s love, despite the cost?

I’ll miss you, dear grandfather but not for long. The call you’ve left behind is far too strong. As long as there’s blood pumping in my heart, I’ll stay true to my calling and do my part.