I'm writing from Okinawa. When my missionary father was hospitalized and my sister Joyce and I took turns watching him through the night, there was one morning the view from his window was exceptionally pretty.
It had been pitch black out the wee hours of the night and gotten gradually brighter. Corners of buildings and mounds of earth shone gray but seemed to shine like silver, and edges of clouds, shaded with darkest rose shone hues of shimmering pink and gold. The thought that kept drumming its way through my mind was: DADDY WILL BE IN HEAVEN SOON!
The first time Daddy came back to consciousness, he was disappointed not to be in heaven. We talked, saying if God wanted him Home, no power on earth could've kept him away; there must still be work God wanted him to do.
Well, some people came to meet Daddy in the hospital--the mother and daughter had been saved during my Dad's ministry in the village church he started years ago. This father found Christ and was in church yesterday morning.
