The Question: Conclusion

   Death was not a taboo subject in our home.  We had lost loved ones over the years and our children walked alongside us through those times, attending funerals as we did.  Each of these instances provided teaching moments for us that we used to talk about our belief in Christ and understanding of death as a doorway to true life.  We had taught them that faith in Christ was the only answer to a fear of dying.  Over time each of them had come to a saving knowledge of who Christ is and what He had done for them.

   The question that he posed that day brought me to a crisis of faith.  Did I believe what I had claimed all these years?  Or was my faith a simple platitude to an electrical impulse of my own brain? In the time that it took to inhale, my faith was solidified. At that moment, it was tested and my heart answered rock-solid.  I DID believe what I had claimed to believe and for the first time I, ALONE, had to stand on that faith.   

   I looked directly at him and began.  I told him that eventually everyone dies, but that I was not going to leave one second before I was “supposed to.”  God knew when that moment was, so it wasn’t ours to worry about.  I asked him, “When I die…where am I going?”  He answered, “Heaven.”  I asked, “How do you know that?”  He said, “Because you asked Jesus to come into your heart.”   I watched as a look of concern on his face was replaced with a thoughtful gaze.  I knew then, that the same Heavenly Father that was speaking peace to my own heart was doing the same for him.  “What do you think I will be doing in heaven after I die?” And with the sweetest grin he answered, “Waitin’ for me.”