Some Glad Morning

On my way to the office this afternoon, I stopped by the cemetery where Daddy is laid to rest. The trees were shading his grave in splendid fashion. I told him how much I miss him, and how grateful I am for the indelible marks he left on my life.

At one point, I heard a plane overhead. If you look closely, you'll see it in the sky picture. Bush Intercontinental Airport is nearby, and planes are a common sight. It appeared so tiny in the big blue sky. I watched it gaining altitude for a minute and then snapped a picture.

I thought of that Resurrection Day, when Daddy’s grave will burst open, his body changed to incorruptible, and he’ll gain altitude, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, gliding past any airplane on his way to meet the Lord.

The Apostle Paul describes it this way: “For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words,” 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18.

Just the thought of seeing Daddy again, young, healthy and whole, brought tears to my eyes as I got in my car and drove away.

No, I don’t understand how all that can happen—Paul called it a “mystery,”—but I believe it will happen. Just like that old song says, "Some glad morning, when this life is o'er, I'll fly away.