This week at PURE I shared emotionally about someone who at one time was part of our family. On Saturday night Justin Morrow fell asleep and never woke up here again. And today I was with his family as they laid eyes on Justin for what will be one of the last times they ever see his face in person again.
There are no witty words you can say, or spiritual sayings that you can quote that will ever begin to explain or relieve a mothers grief or a brothers loss, none. But there was one thing that continued to circulate in my head as I stood by a family crushed with loss.
For 28 years God looked down and watched as His son, Justin, loved people, made them laugh, made them cry, gave affection to everyone he knew and changed the world around him. I have to think that God was that proud Father, so excited to share and revel in the moments His son made Him proud that He would pull angels to His side and yell, “Look, Look, that’s my son down there…that’s my kid…him, him, see him? That one, ya that one right there…You see him? He’s the one playing with his niece, the one telling his mom he loves her. I’m so proud of him!” And I can only imagine the glow on Gods face and the passion in Jesus’ eyes the night Justin raised his hand and asked Jesus to be his Lord and Savior.
The best part…sometime Saturday night…Jesus, standing next to His Father…brought Justin home. And right now God isn’t looking down on Justin, glowing with pride…There is a huge smile on His face, with tears streaming His cheeks while He holds Justin and tells Him, face to face, what He’s told Michael and Gabriel all those times…”You, yeah you…your my son…and I love you and I am so proud of you…”
I didn’t share that with Justin’s family…but I will tell you this…God is looking down right now…with an excitement we can’t imagine…and a joy we can’t comprehend and is yelling at the top of His lungs to Michael and Gabriel…’Look, look…look at my kid…that’s my kid…’ and He’s pointing at you.
