The Easter season for me every year is a time of serious reflection as it was on Easter Sunday in 1999 that my husband at age fifty-two passed from this life into the next. Our three young adult children and I didn’t see his death coming until there was a crisis moment when he ended up in our family doctor’s office writhing in pain and then was transported immediately to the hospital.
The two years prior to his passing had been a difficult time for our marriage. A time of separation and estrangement. However, through the grace of God before the end of his life, an imperfect husband and an imperfect wife were brought back together so he might be surrounded by his family upon his death.
It was Easter Morning 1999 and my husband, who had been a vibrant, stirring, muscular man, was now reduced to a skeletal figure forced to lie supine on a hospice bed. All our children were fulfilling their usual church responsibilities in music and audio-visual technology. They would join me in a short while for our vigil at his bedside.
My prayer that morning had been: “O, God. May this day of celebrating Jesus’ resurrection turn into a Hallelujah day of rejoicing for Edgar when he, too, may leave the flesh of earth behind and soar to a place of peace, comfort, and reunion with the God of his salvation. But, Lord, if not today, one day soon. Amen.”
Around 6:00 p.m. our children and I were in an outer room when the nurse told us to return to his bedside as he was passing. When his shallow breaths ceased we sang, “We are standing on holy ground, And I know that there are angels all around. Let us praise Jesus now. We are standing in His presence on Holy Ground.”*
God’s plan for the redemption of imperfect people goes back to the time when God first revealed Himself to the prophet Moses as He tells him, “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground” (Holy Bible, Exodus 3:5 New International Version). The ground was holy for Moses because God was there, just as the hospital room floor was holy for me and for my children because God was there, too.
My prayer today is that we all may find a ‘Holy Ground’ and experience the presence of the Lord as we look for Him in the quiet times of reflection and also in the busy times of our daily lives.
An Essay of Hope and Encouragement
Connie Carlisle Polley, Revised 2023
*Words and Music of We Are Standing On Holy Ground by Geron Davis, copyright 1983
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I admire your spiritual strength, Connie. Thank you for sharing.