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I just got a call from my friend. His father just passed away. It’s not like we didn’t know it was coming. He’d been sick for a long time, but recently his heart numbers were letting everyone know that the end was near. Tonight, my friend lost a father. I lost a friend.
He was a United Pentecostal Preacher. And as you probably know, I was raised Baptist. He didn’t believe in the Trinity. And, who knows? He believed you had to be baptized in Jesus’ name to be truly born again. I do not. For 30 years we’ve talked. Bubba and his mother would go to the other room and groan, “There they go again.” I would shut the door so I didn’t have to hear their commentary and I could hear Bro. Mac better. To me, this was fun. I think he liked it, too.
Dena and I went to visit Bro. Mac last week. He hadn’t been very active. He was having trouble breathing and everybody knew the passing was near. But when Dena and I walked into the room he sat up on the edge of his bed,
Dena, who is always complaining that I have a camera in everyone’s face, whipped out her camera and asked him if he thought I was saved and for 30 or 40 minutes he talked.
Finally, Dena left the room and it was just Bro. Mac and me. My favorite way for it to be.
He died about an hour ago and I will miss him. But I don’t suffer as those who have no hope. Because I know Jesus, we will meet again.
Here is a video of the last 2 minutes and 30 seconds of our 30 year journey
P.S. I just talked with Bubba and told him to let me know when the casseroles arrive
