This morning as Kathie D talked about my Dad it broke my heart. I would like to add a few more comments concerning Dad going to heaven.
Dad had fallen in his house and bruised his hip and they were saying he couldn’t stay alone any longer. He lived alone, and there would be no one there to know he fell; so they said “You need to go to a nursing home or somewhere where there is supervision, someone to help you.”
Dad said, “I want to go home and think about it,” and I’m quite sure he talked to Jesus and let it be known he didn’t want to go to any nursing home or anywhere except heaven and that’s what happened.
I talked with him on the phone about 5:30 in the evening and told him there was a meeting in Tulsa that I was going to be speaking at, and I said, “I would like for you to come there.” I told him I made arrangements for someone to bring him and told him their names. and he said, “If you think it’s right I will,” and I said, “I certainly do.”
I wanted to see him again.
But he didn’t make it. Instead, he went to heaven. I was wrong, the hospital was wrong and Dad had faith to go where the Lord wanted him.
Isn’t that something that Dad had that kind of relationship with the Lord? He aggravated me sometimes with his faith. And then one day he told me, “I wish I believed God like you do.” I was almost speechless. He had faith like no one else I ever knew.
I believe that when Jesus returns, Lyle and Terry Mai will be there with Jesus to meet me. There will be Luther, there’ll be Lyle, and Alba; there’ll be Patti, there’ll be Terry and there’ll be many others that will go through the millennium with me.
Apostle and prophet of the Lord Jesus