Twenty seven years ago I stood during the worship time at our church in western Nebraska and tried to sing the words to an old Gaither song, “Because He Lives“. I tried to sing the chorus but tears began to stream down my face and the words stuck in my throat.
The chorus says
“Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
my life is worth the living just because He lives.”
Here I was in church while my premature baby boy was still hospitalized four hours away in Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at 2 lbs. 6 oz., and still struggling for every breath, Paul’s future was definitely uncertain! He had passed the one month mark and was making progress, but brain hemorrhages and chest tubes were the complications pressing on my heart and mind that Easter Sunday morning.
The words of the song began to speak to my troubled heart. “Because He lives I can face tomorrow” . . Even if tomorrow held the possibility of Paul being blind or paralyzed, we would handle it with the Lord’s help.
“Because He lives all fear is gone” . . Well, I wouldn’t say I had conquered all fear, but I knew Jesus was offering me peace in that moment if I would only turn to Him for it.
“Because I know He holds the future” . . He was the only One who knew what was ahead for us. He knew if Paul would live or not. And He knew the quality of life he would have. I had to trust Him.
“And life is worth the living, just because He lives” . . . Whatever happened in the days and months ahead, life was still worth living, and Jesus would help us with each difficult situation and decision.
The song ended and I had only been able to sing the first verse, yet the message of the song had penetrated and strengthened my heart, giving me the courage I needed to “face tomorrow”.
Looking back it’s evident Jesus met us at every turn in Paul’s journey to wholeness. He gave us wisdom for needed decisions, brought great doctors and therapists who helped him thrive, and put within him a strong determination to live!
This Easter Sunday I stood during the worship time at our church, held Paul’s daughter in my arms (they’re both pictured above), watched his son dance to the worship music, heard his wife’s voice singing the worship choruses, while he played the drums for the worship team.
And that old song came to mind.
We had faced those difficult tomorrows, we had battled fear and won, life really was worth the living — and all “Because He lives!”