I remember several years ago when I was working for hospice, I had just left a nursing home from visiting a dying patient. I had been there all day and I was ready to get home. It was a cold winter evening and by the time I reached the city, it was pouring down rain. I couldn’t hardly see out of my windshield. But I was determined to get home. I was on the highway keeping a close watch to the other drivers. Because you know, some people don’t know how to drive in the rain. There was this car in the right lane and he began to speed up and decided he was going to switch lanes. I saw him, and I thought to myself, this is it, Lord! I thought I was going to make it home, but you had other plans for me. I sat there with my hands nervously gripping the steering wheel getting ready to hear the hard fast impact.
Right when I thought the other car was going to hit me, we both became transparent. I could actually see the other driver dressed in a suit glide across me, along with his perfect polished wood dash. I was shocked! My little silver Saturn’s dash was black. I knew right then, what I thought was going to be a disaster, God turned it around. I knew right then that God had great plans for my life! That I was being transplanted for a new transition in my life. I had written a training manual for hospice how to interact with dying patients and how to treat them. I thought I was the new Mother Teresa. I had seen things working for hospice that I knew would forever change me. I saw diseases that doctors couldn’t explain. I saw flesh eating disease eating away at a woman’s body parts. I saw how the faithful seemed to have a shield around them at death. I saw how the sinner died under torment and self-persecution.
I never saw myself as anything special! On the contrary, I wasn’t. I had made so many mistakes in my life. I thought my identity was to always be someone’s wife. But God had changed me! He remolded me! I no longer cared if I had the most expensive suit to wear. I no longer cared about the worldly things in the world and all the credit cards that went with it. I cared more about being there for someone that was dying to know that they wouldn’t be dying alone.
But I had some patients that requested to die alone, they didn’t want anyone to see them suffer. Even at death their personal pride would get in the way.
I saw death has no age preference. It has no status. It has no color preference. Matter of fact, death has no preference.
BUT LIFE ON THE OTHER HAND HAS A JESUS PREFERENCE: At the time of my near collision I was listening to Christian music on the radio, and I believe as I saw in the nursing homes that I had the same protection of the Christians that I had witnessed. Jesus Christ had my GPS and he knew what was about to happen and he protected me!
Luke 4:10 For it is written: “He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully; 11 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
Proverbs 8:35 For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the LORD.