“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever” (Isaiah 40:8 NIV).
I knew I had the photograph somewhere, so I breathed a prayer—“Help me find it, Lord.” Not sure why it was so important, but it was.
We’d last spoken with Bill’s childhood friend Scott Ratliff several years ago, at our Grandma Farley’s funeral in the fall of 2019. Despite an earlier battle with cancer, he’d seemed good. Looked good too, and Bill and Scotty visited easily, like no time had passed. Seemed his cancer was in remission, and he was able to return to his work at UPS, enjoy time with family and friends, and even return to some coaching.
So we were surprised and saddened when we received the text out of the blue that Scotty had passed. The cancer came back, had progressed quickly, and he died on July 7th–leaving behind several beloved daughters, as well as bereaved parents and family, namely his fiancé.
Bill was especially sad. Although he and Scotty weren’t able to spend a lot of time together in their earlier years, didn’t attend the same school or play for the same football team, he was one of my husband’s best friends. When Bill would be at his dad’s, over weekends and more during the summer months, the two would soak up a lot of time together—doing what boys do, like tramp through the woods, talk around campfires, and hang out at each other’s houses.
When we received the news of his passing, we were in shock. “Man, I hate to hear that,” Bill told me. “Think we could make it to his funeral?”
It was a hike to Ohio, and we didn’t think we could make it by driving due to work and other commitments. “Maybe we could catch a flight. I just really feel we need to be there.”
And so we did. Caught a plane in Knoxville and flew to Middletown where Bill’s dad and Linda met us, picked us up. We enjoyed talking—reminiscing—over Cassano’s Pizza, something the south doesn’t yet have but a favorite for us midwestern kids when we are home.
I think that was the most difficult part about being at Bill’s friend’s funeral—that aching unknown, “Did Scotty know Jesus?”
For a Christian, it’s critical, is it not?
Yet, we’re so often told we Christians are narrow-minded when we say we believe our eternity is one of two places. That this worldview makes us unloving. Pushy. Perhaps annoying even.
But, on the contrary, it’s the catalyst for our love—for our concern when we wonder if someone we care about did or didn’t know the One we believe is our source of Joy. Peace. Hope.
The One who paid the price to purchase our freedom, securing our eternity in the place He’s preparing for us. Yes–
Upon our arrival, it was evident that Scotty was well-known and loved in his hometown community. A coach and mentor to many, the space was filled with both youth and adults alike–the visitation line long, with friends and family reminiscing quietly, many sharing stories, drying tears.
Bill and I talked with Ohio family and friends we rarely get to see–mentioning more than once that it’s too bad we only get together at funerals and weddings. After a while, we made our way to join the others who’d come to pay their respects, preparing ourselves, knowing that seeing Scott’s family–especially his mom and dad–would be difficult. We also knew that seeing Scott, his casket open, for the last time would bring a flood of emotion.
Finally, it was our turn to step forward, and we were greeted warmly by Scotty’s older brother Jimmy and his wife, whom we’d never met–a lovely woman named Bobbi. I immediately noticed her simple cross necklace, and my heart stirred. Perhaps they do know Jesus, I thought.
It was time to make our way, to stand before our friend’s casket. Bill and I held hands, and I felt him squeeze mine as we stepped forward, as if to say, See?
And I did.
And I heard the word–
Once stocky, Scotty was thin, clearly having weathered the strain of cancer’s torrents. Still, he appeared peaceful–at rest. And we knew. He was.
Upon his chest, hands having been placed upon it, was a worn, clearly well-read Bible–colorful sticky tabs in too many places to count, indication of one who’d suffered yet found comfort in the words of a Comforter.
Yes, and, several days later, Isaiah’s words spoke to me as I, too, turned to God’s Word for comfort–a reminder that all life fades like the flowers.
“But the word of our God endures forever” (Is. 40:8b).
Scott Ratliff, Bill’s childhood friend, knew this too. And because he did, he is indeed…
Having asked the Lord to help me, He did, and I found the photograph. Tucked in a box of other pictures from Bill’s school days, two smiling faces, both young and full of life, stared at me as I held it in my hand. Friends who just loved to be together. And, because of Jesus, they’ll be together again… one day.
Yes, when we, like Scotty, are finally…
Sweet Savior, thank you for coming to this broken world where You suffered and died. Thank you for defeating sin and death and for rising again that we, too, might have new life. Thank you for going Home and for preparing a place for us. One day, one day, we will see You there, face to face. Oh, and please tell Scotty that Billy says, “See you soon, brother!” Amen.
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What a beautiful writing, Maureen. Thank you for sharing your gift…and your faith.
Thank you, Jay. And I say to you, LIKEWISE! I appreciate your EagleLaunch Inspirations so very much. Thankful we share a common faith in Christ that will one day bring us Home–and until then, we’ll keep sharing Him with others.
Maureen, I don’t need the giveaway book (others should have a turn winning) but it’s important for me to affirm both the beauty and the depth of your writing. We don’t hear enough about male friendships, but they run deep. You honored Scotty’s life well, friend. HOME indeed.
Thank you, dear Maggie. Scott was indeed very special to Bill. Writing about them, sharing this story, brought both peace and joy. Thankful for Jesus, and thankful for you.
Beautiful story. I love you friend.
I love you so much, dear friend. Thankful we’ll have Eternity together too… when we are finally HOME!
So glad you went to the funeral for closure and letting the family know you also cared. However what a blessing to confirm that he truly was Home and you & Bill had that peaceful “goodbye until we meet again”
Yes, Colleen. Thank you for understanding my heart. Love you!
Congratulations! You’re the winner of the soon-to-be released book “Can, Sir!” I’ll need you to email or PM me your address. Love You! Hope this book encourages you or someone you love.
Moe you have a beautiful gift. Love you guys. hope all is well. Miss ya
Thank you, Will. Bill and I love you and yours also. Blessings.
Dear one…I can only add Amens to the previous comments… Selahs, Ponderings! Also the picture of Bill in the airplane, the sky, illuminates so much of the message. Here and eternity are just separated by the dash on our grave markers. Praise the Lord for His great great love and saving grace! Love you!
Love you, dear Momma. And yes, we do live life on the DASH, do we not? It’s what happens in the “in between” that matters… and then there’s HOME! I hope my DASH serves to draw others to know Jesus more! Thank you for being my best encourager!
Beautifully written. Thanks, Maureen, and God bless!
Thank you, Nancy. And blessings back! God is good!
Such a beautiful message, Maureen, brings both tears and joy. A wonderful reminder we will see our loved ones again, but that we also have a task here–tell others of the love, grace, and salvation received through Jesus.
Yes, so true. Thank you, dear Katherine. I appreciate your words.
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