I know hes got it under control but that doesnt stop the pain.
I do understand.
My father doesn't believe, and it is very painful to think he will spend eternity in...well, you know.
I love my dad, he's one of the kindest, selfless people I've ever known. I'm not just saying that because he's my dad either - I say it because it's true.
He has his reasons to doubt. Dad served aboard the HMS Illustrious aircraft carrier through WWII - then, he enlisted in the British army, and was in Egypt during the Suez canal episode. He saw many tragic and horrible things during his service. He stepped over many dead bodies in India and Africa, many starved and otherwise dead men, women, and children.
His father was a missionary, and left his 13 children to do God's work. During that time, dad's mom died, and his brothers and sisters were split up and sent all over England. Then, his dad died. My father resented the fact that his own dad was more interested in God than he appeared to be in his own family. He may have a point. I don't think the man should have had so many children if he was going to be a missionary. Perhaps he should have stayed home and did God's work while taking care of his children and wife.
Dad says the classical "if there really is a God, then why does He allow all this death and suffering?" He won't listen to any explanation. Dad also believes in evolution. The sad thing is that dad basis his evolutionary information on very old text, and is unwilling to re-examine the evidence, although, I have done my best to update his evolutionary education, and he has actually begun to realize there is a suspicious lack of any real proof. Still, he won't even consider Jesus. I've prayed and prayed - even begged. Jesus tells us not to worry, so I have learned to take His advice instead of being in a constant state of pain and anguish.
My brother accepted Jesus only one month prior to his death over two years ago. He was only 45 years old, and has four daughters. I was in a state of near panic when my brother continuously rejected my attempts to bring him to Jesus. I fought for the last three years of Jim's life, and at times my brother demanded that I "quit it!" so I trusted Jesus, and in the end Jesus came through.
I wonder how many of us come to Jesus on our last breath. No one would even know, and yet I believe it does happen.
Bronzesnake