You haven’t truly lived until you've pleaded for God to do the miraculous
over a dying man's life.
You haven’t truly lived until you’ve pleaded for God to do the miraculous over a dying man’s life.
A few weeks ago I got a frantic text, inviting me to lead an invocation that I was originally supposed to lead in July.
Hospice told this man’s daughter that it may be his last drive as the cancer was extremely aggressive.
He pleaded with her to see his tree.
A tree was planted in one of his favorite spots in the community, by an organization where we served together.
This man, who I barely shared a few words with up until this day, made a huge impact on me.
It was a small ceremony with community leaders and his family. His daughter drove up in his convertible. He was too weak to walk so he stayed in the car. We all gathered around him and in unity, held hands.
God empowered me to pray that day. We reminded that man of his legacy, pointed him to the source of life and while there is still breath in his lungs, he wasn’t done.
We asked for God to do the miraculous and to bring healing into his life.
We cried, we celebrated, and we believed.
The prayer ended and the ceremony continued. People let go of one another’s hands but not this man and I. We remained in unity, silently agreeing over the things that were spoken.
The ceremony closed and he privately affirmed my prayer and thanked me. He told me about how special this tree was.
With tears in his eyes this man looked at me and said “always appreciate your kids.”
Minutes later his daughter drove him away and we all cheered with every ounce of power in our lungs.
Everything for the rest of the day felt trivial.
Everything except spending time with my family.
Days later I sat crying with a friend who’s in ministry. How do you process through the reality of life and death?
The answer is simple - keep living.
Keep living a life that carries a legacy far greater than yourself and one that points to the transformational power of Christ.
May we all be inspired by this man’s legacy and be deeply rooted like his tree. May we remain deeply rooted in our community, family and most importantly faith.
I got asked to pray life into a dying man’s bones, but he spoke life into mine. ❤