“For where is your treasure, there will be your heart too?”(Mt 6. 21)
In the living room of our apartment we have a digital photo frame, who is it?Rotating, the photos that are most meaningful to us.
- One night.
- Before I went to bed.
- I performed my ODO rituals.
- Including checking to see if the bedroom door was locked.
As I walked past the frame, I saw a picture of my father, who died in February 2018.
Usually what comes to heart in such a situation is: how much I miss you, I wish my father was here.
But my reaction that day surprised me even
Looking at this picture of my dad I thought (maybe I did):
? I’m glad you’re gone!
I’ll explain
My father was a faithful believer and fearful of God, I remember seeing him, from a very young age, through the ajar door, praying on his knees by his bed before bedtime.
He was a father of five, an elder, a teacher in EBD, a church implementer. Oh, and he was also a machining master at SENAI five days a week.
He loved the Lord, and when he began to get sick, around the age of eighties, after a life of sport and almost without any illness, I realized, when I was with him, that what I most wanted was to go to the Father’s house right away.
Things here in this world, for him, for a long time, were no more important than those in heaven, and as the disease worsened, the world lost even more value.
Today, isolated here in the apartment, by the Covid19 pandemic, I keep thinking about how difficult it would be for my father to be there.
I really wish you were here, should I fight? With him to stay home?If he were still healthy and yet it would be good for me if he were there.
But, for him, this would not be the case, if he were there, he would like to leave, soon, without delay.
Speaking to friends and brothers today (via social media, of course), loved ones who, like my father (and also my mother), have already returned home, there is a strong desire to leave soon.
It’s good to be here, life is a blessing, especially when you pass it through the Kingdom, it’s nice to be able to look at my wife, exchange an idea with my son, feel the presence of friends and brothers, even isolated in the house.
But as life progresses and the world becomes more and more uncomfortable every day, desire only increases.
I want to go home soon
As an old song says:
“There’s my treasure, where there’s no crying. “