I recently was blessed enough to speak with a nice young man who had substitute taught at my campus. He recently graduated from a university in Florida, and returned to California. He was telling about what a wonderful day he had. The students and staff were great, and he enjoyed the Friday treats that were in the staff’s lounge. We spoke about golf, and he had asked me what I liked about coaching the sport. He was eager to return and I told him I would make sure to pull some strings and get him back ASAP.
The other day in the local news paper there was a report of an automobile accident involving to men. Only a name was given. It was the same as “our sub”. His is a common name, so I did some checking. II contacted the paper, but they could not confirm he was the nice man I had spoken to. Well, what the paper could not confirm in an e-mail to me, it did on the obituary page. It was him. Our conversation lasted 20 minutes; a blink of an eye. He died at 26 years of age: A blink of an eye.
This is why I believe so much in My Father. While it is a sad day here for his family, fiends, and those like me who briefly knew him, it is a joyous day in Heaven. He is now home with The Father and His Son.