Sunday, March 11, 2007
The Healing of Daniel Mullen
This Sunday afternoon the temperatures were pushing toward fifty and the sky had the clear and sunshininess that hints at spring. Daboyz headed home after church and the Mr. and I went together somewhere else.
We went to Nixon's Funeral Home.
Daniel Mullen is dead.
Some of you recall my requests for prayer for Daniel over the last few years. He started a battle with a rare form of cancer two years ago that ended on Thursday evening of last week. He was nineteen years old.
I'll spare you the details of Daniel's journey toward heaven. It will suffice to say he fought the good fight and kept the faith. He has received his reward from the Christ he loved.
We stood in a line of about a half dozen people at Daniel's casket. Many others milled around talking quietly or crying. His grandmother and aunts sat on a couch in front of Danny holding hands and whispering love to one another.
We stood in front of this young man, so changed by his illness from the pictures his parents had placed around the room. Changed and even ravaged by disease, he still looked like a little boy. Just a teenager with the typical goatee of his generation and gel in his hair. His suit was too big because the cancer had cost him so much physically. His face was both old and young.
We shook the hands of his mom and dad who seemed there and not there. Polite and preoccupied. I wondered how they remained upright.
Please remove Daniel from your prayer lists, he is healed and cancer-free. Remember his family as they learn how to live without their precious boy.
As for me, I wondered today what in the world I could ever complain about again. What could make me speak anything but gratitude for what my life is. How can I be occupied with anything but my Jesus, the only hope I have ever had.
Danny, rest with Jesus and please give my grampa a hug.
And Father, remind me of the lessons worth learning and the thoughts worth thinking.
Let me never complain about earthly matters.
2 Timothy 4:7
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.