Passing On

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Mom and Dad

As they were walking along and talking together,

suddenly  a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.  

Elisha saw this and cried out, "My father! My father! The chariots and horsemen of Israel!"  And Elisha saw him no more.  Then he took hold his own clothes and tore them apart.  He picked up the cloak that had fallen from Elijah and went back and on the bank of the Jordan.  Then he took the cloak that had fallen from him and struck the water with it.  

"Where now is the Lord, the God of Elijah?" he asked.  When he struck the water, it divided to the right and to the left, and he crossed over.

2 Kings 2:11-14

When one that we love passes on to be with the Lord, there remains a sorrow with us;  even Elisha, seeing the chariot of fire and horses take Elijah to the Lord, is overcome with sorrow and question. 

And, yet there is great glory in seeing that we are never alone.  Elijah did not leave this world alone;  Elisha was not ignored in his sorrow and question -- he had the eyes to see, the wisdom to know, and the courage to journey over when the path was offered by the Lord. 

In February 2010, it was time for my mother to cross over to the Lord.  Nancy, Seth, and I sat with her on the evening of Ash Wednesday awaiting her crossing.  Unlike Elijah, the chariots of fire and horses did not come to sweep her away - body and soul;  hers was the struggle of the spirit being willing to depart from the body and from those she loved here. 

As we sat with her, I told her that it was alright - that it was time for her to go on - that we would be alright.  The three of sat with her, loving her, and encouraging her to let go.  It was hard and it was beautiful.

I closed my eyes and centered on her.  As the clock approached 11:00 p.m., I saw my father appear (he had passed from the earth in 1969).  I watched him smiling in deep love for her, and I watched her smiling in deep love at him.  He held out his hands to her.    She hesitated, still not wanting to go.  I whispered, "Its alright, Mom; you can go."  Finally, she reached out and took his hands to go with him back to the Lord. 

In that moment, her spirit left her body and moved on to the heavenly realms.

Praise be to God!


© Rev.Mary Ann Tourjee 2019