Time to go to the father

A few years back, a distant relative of mine fell ill with a rare brain disease. Though from a Christian denomination and also a church goer, he barely had a relationship with Jesus Christ and lived a care free life. He had a good job, a good family and lived in his own villa in one of the little known towns of Kerala, India.

Previously whenever he visited my clinic for mild ailments, I used to speak to him about Christ; he would listen to what I had to say but did not respond to my talks except with a smile. There were many Christian tracts and booklets in my clinic and he would occasionally take some as did many other patients.

The initial symptoms of his brain disease were mild and he came to me for the treatment of the same. When the symptoms progressed fast, I referred him to a neurologist who did an MRI and diagnosed it as a rare brain disease which had no curative treatment. He was admitted to a hospital for palliative care.

During that time I had to go out of the country for a couple of months and when I returned, I was told that he was still hospitalized and was unconscious for the past few weeks. When I saw him in the hospital, he was shriveled up in his bed, comatose and responding only to painful stimuli. He had lost around 10-15 kg of weight and his skin had darkened; he was just a shadow of his old self.

There were many servants of God and believers visiting him, speaking to him of eternity and praying for him for the past several months but his condition had deteriorated and his life was ebbing away. As I left the hospital I wondered whether he had finally committed his life to Christ before he had lost his consciousness. Having known him from my school days, I felt sad thinking whether his spirit and soul would suffer eternal punishment after his time on earth was over.

A couple of weeks later, one night I saw a dream. In the dream, I am in my consulting room and suddenly this relative of mine walks in. He is dressed in a three piece suit and has a wonderful glow on his face. He smiles and tells me...It's time for me to go to my father....then he walks away from my presence.

I received news a couple of days later that he had passed away from this world. His wife and children were heart broken and took a long time to cope with the loss of husband and father respectively.

The dream was an answer from God to my query of whether my relative had crossed over from the kingdom of darkness to the kingdom of light before he lapsed in to unconsciousness. His statement in the dream.."It's time for me to go to the father" said it all. God permitting, I hope to see him some day in heaven.

I still meet the widow and pray with her and the children. Sometime back, the Lord inspired me to share the dream with the family.

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