Here is another exceptional insight from Max Lucado. As mentioned in an earlier post, I'm reading through his daily devotional this year, "God Is With You Every Day" (Thomas Nelson, Kindle Edition).
Here are his thoughts from February 22.
You'll look a long time before you'll find a better man than Wes Bishop. He had a quick smile, warm handshake, and serious weakness for ice cream. He was a pillar in the small Texas town of Sweetwater. He raised three great sons, one of whom married my daughter Jenna. Wes never even missed a day of work until he was diagnosed with brain cancer.
We asked God to remove it. For a time it appeared that he had. But then the symptoms returned with a vengeance. In a matter of a few weeks, Wes was immobilized, at home, in hospice care.
The sons took turns keeping vigil so their mom could rest. They placed a baby monitor next to Wes's bed. Though he'd hardly spoken a word in days, they wanted to hear him if he called out.
One night he did. But he didn’t call for help; he called for Christ.
About one o’clock in the morning, the youngest son heard his father on the monitor. "Jesus, I want to thank you for my life. You have been good to me. And I want you to know, when you are ready to take me, I am ready to go."
Those were the final words Wes spoke. Within a couple of days Jesus took him home.
I want that kind of faith. Don't you?
The faith that turns to God in the darkest hour, praises God with the weakest body.
The kind of faith that trusts in God’s promises.