They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
to declare that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
It’s Easter Sunday and the whole family comes for dinner.
My 92 year-old Dad, JJ, arrives wearing pink sport coat, bolo tie, western belt buckle, hat that looks a little too small for his head with upturned brim all the way around. He’s a walking fashion statement.
As we’re eating dinner he says, “Well I have to go over to the home tonight to preach to the old folks. I’m older than most of them.”
“What are you preaching on?” we ask.
“Gonna preach on women.”
“Women? Why are you speaking on women?”
“Well, most of the folks who come out on Sunday nights are women. There’s a few men. So I thought I’d speak on women. After all, there’s going to be more women in heaven than men.”
We jump on this. “Wait a minute, Dad how do you know there’s going to be more women in heaven than men?”
“Well, you go to most churches and it’ll be mostly women there.”
As discussion ensues, I think of Dad’s idea many years ago that no one would know each other in heaven because we’d have new bodies. He thought he’d be wandering around heaven asking people, have you seen my wife, Jonalee?
After we discuss the merits of whether there will be more women in heaven than men, Dad says he’s going to be talking about godly women. And then he says that for his final example of a godly woman he’s going to talk about my mom, who died in 2001.
I think, what a blessed man I am. I was so blessed to have a godly mother.
It’s Easter. My mom is before the throne worshiping the Lamb.
My godly 92 year old dad puts on his pink sport coat and heads out to talk to the “old folks.”
One of my sons says “Grandpa sure is a servant.”
I think, I want to be like him.
Except maybe for the coat.