Talking to Moses
I answered the phone the other day and the person on the other end asked to speak to my Dad. I joyfully responded, “I’m sorry, he can’t come to the phone right now, he’s busy talking to Moses.” There was a long pause and then he said:
Salesman: When would be a good time for me to call back?
Ed: Want me to put you on hold?
Salesman: Do you think he’ll be long?
Ed: Well, you know Moses, he can be longwinded.
Salesman: Which Moses are you talking about?
Ed: How many Moses’ do you know?
Salesman: I’ve only heard of one.
Ed: Well, that’s probably him.
There was another long pause as the salesman was trying to put two and two together.
Ed: Do you still want me to put you on hold?
Salesman (still a bit unsure): How long do you think he’ll be?
Our conversation ended as the salesman apologized and said he wasn’t able to wait “forever”. I have no idea what he was trying to sell.
It’s interesting the kind of things you miss about someone. I was very close to my Dad and everywhere I turn there are memories of places we enjoyed being together. It seems I miss him the most in the simple routine of our various activities. I catch myself thinking, “Dad would have really enjoyed that”.
But given the choice, there is no doubt talking to Moses and living–really living–in a place where there is no sun, moon or stars because the light radiating from the presence of God illuminates the entire place; wins out every time. And how beautiful that the Bible describes Heaven as a place where God wipes away our tears; where there is no sadness, no sorrow, no sickness, no heartaches, no disease, and no death.
I’d always get my Dad a little something for Father’s Day. Usually some clothes or some little trinket. Truth is, I’d be hard pressed to remember any of the things I bought him. “Things” seem rather trivial when you know your Dad is living in utter joy in the presence of Jesus…and talking to Moses.
Dad and his 4 boys
When I first became a father, I experienced an instant and intense love for an infant that could do nothing for me. It was perhaps the first time I tasted what unconditional love is like. Of course, I am greatly polluted by sin and thus even that is tainted. But on my first Father’s Day–the day my first child was born–I remember holding him in my arms with one primary thought running through my brain: I want to be with you forever!
There is only One person who can make that happen…and it’s not Moses…and certainly not me. The only thing I have ever really wanted for Father’s Day is the same thing my Dad wanted. It is the gift of being together forever. It is a gift only Jesus can give.
Remember the story of the Roman jailer who was about to kill himself because he thought all his prisoners had escaped, including Paul and Silas? It’s a great Father’s Day story found in Acts 16. The jailer is about to fall on his own sword when Paul shouted, “Stop, we are all here.” Instantly recognizing it was God himself at work, the jailer fell down trembling before Paul and asked, “What must I do to be saved?”
Paul then delivered a life-changing, uncomplicated, directly to the point 16-word sermon: “Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved, along with everyone in your household” (Acts 16:31 NLV).
Words cannot express my joy and thankfulness that Jesus has given me the ultimate Father’s Day gift. Jesus has saved me and my entire household. And just in case you didn’t know, that same gift is for you, too. Oh, it’s FREE.
Sure, I’ll accept the little trinkets. I love getting presents…and I could use a new 3-wood (hint, hint). But my Father’s Day gift has already been given. And one day, we’ll all be hanging out with Dad…and talking to Moses.
Happy Father’s Day…Forever!