A week. You have been gone a week. 7 days was all it took for God to create the world. 7 days you have been in heaven. I wonder what wonders your eyes have beheld? What perfect love have you felt? With all fear gone and perfect health, what adventures have you had? Family and friends surrounding, the hugging and kissing. The Church. Perfect unity. The sound of laughter- laughter that never ends. The feasting, the gift giving, the depth of conversation. Christmas, Easter and your birthday combined. Jesus, the ultimate gift. Every day. Every second. The Prince of Peace, Friend of sinners, Creator of joy, forever enjoyed, forever worshiped. One week. 7 days. Welcome home Jim. Welcome home.
One week. 7 days since I held your hand. 7 days you have been gone. My heart aches. My eyes cry. My every thought has been you. Your children, your grandkids, your friends- weep. Heaven has wept. Jesus has caught every tear, as He whispers, "I will wipe every tear from your eyes. There will be no more mourning..." in eternity. We have to wait for eternity to hold you in our arms! Why? Everything in me screams, "No." No to death, no to cancer, no to pain, no to separation.
Jim Morrell. Father in law. Friend. Jim, such a short simple name for such a man. So much courage, so much strength, so much love wrapped up in those 3 little letters. J I M.
He was my friend. He made me laugh. He taught me with his life, his faith and with his love and his stories. He entertained me with his stories. Hours of stories. He was my second dad, my father in law. He accepted me. From the first day, I was his daughter. I was his. I am his. I love you Jim. I loved you the first day.
Grace. Jim taught me grace. That was his word, his mantra, his sermon, his life. Grace given to him by God. The story of grace, the Jesus story poured out making him whole, then poured out so others would join the story, Thee Story. Paul. James. His heroes. Men of courage, strength and full to the top of overflowing God given accepting freeing loving grace. Men with faults? Yes? Men who stumbled. Imperfect colliding with Perfection. A perfect God who wrapped himself around sinful ordinary men, giving them his body, his wholeness, his holiness. Saints were created. Paul, James, James Morrell. Jim. A simple man with a simple name. Grace. Beautiful grace. Heaven. Glorious heaven. Grace realized. Love in the fullest. Jesus, love on a throne.
7 days. Days of weeping, aching. missing. Loving.
7 days of paradox.
7 days. Days of joy, fullness, grace. Loving.
Jim, Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you. I will miss you til eternity.
Jesus, Thank you for Jim's life, the one here on this earth, the one that continues in heaven. May you help each of us embrace more of your life giving grace and join you in your story. Bring comfort. Hold us as we grieve such a great loss. Hold us as you hold Jim.
Amen