My father-in-law died some years ago from ALS. He was a committed Christian all his life. As his condition worsened he became weaker and weaker and less able to do those things he loved to do. At the last, he was bedridden for a short time. The hospice nurse (dad was not in hospital, he steadfastly remained at home) told him he would have to go on a ventilator. He said no. He was ready to go Home. He died in peace a few hours later and went Home with the Lord.
The Christmas before he died we were with him. We all knew it would probably be his last Christmas on earth. So did he. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him I wanted a Bible. I wanted the same Bible he would buy for himself. I still have it, read and study it every day. On the flyleaf are his two favorite verses, 2 Timothy 2:15 and Psalm 119:11.
Just a memory with no particular relevance or import to the subject at hand.
The Christmas before he died we were with him. We all knew it would probably be his last Christmas on earth. So did he. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him I wanted a Bible. I wanted the same Bible he would buy for himself. I still have it, read and study it every day. On the flyleaf are his two favorite verses, 2 Timothy 2:15 and Psalm 119:11.
Just a memory with no particular relevance or import to the subject at hand.