It was Saturday night. I was standing on stage amidst over 300 voices and instrumentalist. Just hours earlier I spoke with may dad. "What are you doing?" I said with a chuckle in my voice. "I don't know," he said with his usual laugh. Dad was in the hospital. He had gone by ambulance the night before due to excessive pain. Melenoma had taken over many of his organs, including his heart. He hid is pain well. Until that night. So he and I chatted. I wish I could remember what I said...what he said...I told him I would be flying home the next morning and I said "I'll see you tomorrow."
400 years of silence. God's people were wondering where He had gone. Then one day, a Light came. And there was singing. Hallelujah! Emmanuel. God is with us. I tried to sing, mostly in my heart, cause the sound would not come out through my tears and pain. "All is well, all is well..." We had to sing it. I tried to mean it. And again we sang "Hallelujah! Our God is with us!" It may have been during that refrain...or another...I don't know...
We exited the stage. I went to a quiet place. There was a voice mail. "Dad is with Jesus..." He's singing Hallalujah! Our God is with us. And he is with our God.
I miss my dad.