All of us at some time in our childhood have probably said those words. It may have been dark and our mom may have been leaving the room for the night. At the last moment, we know that at any time as soon as she walks out some wild creature is going to come at us out of the darkness. So, we say, “Hey mom, will you leave the door cracked a little?”
Just that slight ray of light leaking in would take away all the fears.
And now, as my mom approaches her greatest moment, her “translation” as I heard Ravi Zacharias say. He said that in our life we go through these stages; formation, transformation and translation.
My mom is just a few days from being translated from this life to the next. People ask me often how she is doing. I find myself not wanting to say, her condition has worsened. And it has. But in the overall perspective, her condition has brightened. Confusing? Maybe a little.
My mom is entering into the final days of her life here. Her worst moment here will her final moment here. Her best moment there will follow the worst moment here. And if you step back and look at it for a moment, that final moment is the very reason for which Christ died, so that she might have eternal life in that new moment there.
And as she gets closer to her translation I have asked her to let me know if she sees anything on the other side. I want to get a glimpse of heaven, just to hear her tell of it.
The Bible says, “we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.” 2 Corinthians 5:8
So, I am so excited for her. She has fought long enough here. It’s time to go home.
And the one thing I have asked her to do as she approaches the door and threshold of passage is to, through her eyes see what is over there. I have asked God to crack the door just a little.
So, in a few days, I will ask her one more time, “Hey Mom,, will you leave the door cracked a little?”
JHH
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