Larry’s First Christmas in Heaven
But, as it is written: That eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man, what things God hath prepared for them that love him.
1 Corinthians 2:9
I am choking back tears as I post this. Some very kind anonymous person left a package on our porch that had a framed copy of a poem in it:
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights like Heaven’s stars reflecting the snow.
The sight is so spectacular- please wipe away the tear
For I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sound of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here
I have no words to tell you the joys their voices bring
For it’s beyond description to hear the angels sing
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me dear ones you know I hold you dear
And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift for my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all love is a gift more precious than pure gold. I
t was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessing of love he has for each of you.
So have a merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
The poem was written by Wanda Bencke. Her 13 year old daughter Lysandra Kay Bencke had cerebral palsy. She had a seizure and went into a coma on Christmas Day, 1997, and died five days later. During those awful five days her mother wrote the poem.
I had observed yesterday to my bride that while we missed Larry so dearly this Christmas, we had to remember that he was also spending his first Christmas in Heaven with Christ. On this day, above all days, it is good to remember what kind hearts there are out there. God bless you, whoever put the package on our porch, and may God remember and reward you in your hour of need.