My husband and I enjoyed our visit last night with Paul Meikle. He is a brave lad.
We've watched Paul and his two younger brothers growing up, as we attend the same church, and have been his teachers at several points through the years. Pouring her life into raising her sons, their Mama is a lady to be admired and respected. How sweet it is to see the fondness and love her boys display to their Mom.
Last night we were reminiscing with Paul about his birth dad...a gentle, kind man who adored his young sons and their Mama. Paul's eyes twinkled, and he could not help grinning when we shared stories about his dad. His own memories are few, but vivid. And he shared his remembrance of seeing his dad when they flew to Jamaica for his funeral. When Mr. Meikle was headed to his own mom's funeral, his car was struck by a train, and he, along with other close relatives, were killed. What a comfort to know that his dad went instantly to be with the Lord.
And we talked about Heaven. Paul looked at me rather skeptically when I told him I thought we would enjoy sports in Heaven. Really, I do! Okay...not professional teams, and the like. But, don't you think we will play in Heaven? And if we enjoyed shooting hoops here on earth, don't you think in the new Heavens and new Earth, when we have our new bodies, we just might be able to shoot hoops there? It's a thought!
Paul has been doing lots of thinking lately...about Heaven. He has several times come up to death's door. So he thinks a lot about meeting Jesus, and about being re-united with his dad. You see, Paul's heart was enlarged, and would not stop growing. He had a pacemaker, and then was forced to lose most of his heart to a mechanical one while he waits for a heart transplant. Confined within the walls of Texas Children's Hospital, he is fighting to live...but is at peace that he is ready to meet Jesus.
Always attentive to my India stories, Paul was looking at some of my pictures. The one that held his attention the most, and initiated the most questions was this one, of the lad with a serious heart condition.
Although much smaller in size, this fellow is close to the same age of Paul's sixteen years. And he, like Paul, is also a boy of courage...and thinks much about Heaven...and meeting Jesus. I wish you could see him lift his hands toward Heaven, and cry out to his Heavenly Father. His frail arms embracing me...his bright eyes and ready smile...his uncomplaining spirit...his prayers...these will always stay in my heart.
Both of these brave boys are learning the secret, what I call the secret of faith. When life's trials overcome you...you take your small hand...and with trust...place it into the Hand of the Saviour.