To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen. Philippians 4:20 (NIV).
Hello friend. There are many new people reading this blog today so please bear with me as I reiterate what the Apostle Paul said centuries ago: in all things, to God our Father be glory forever and ever.
That struck home this weekend when I found out my cousin died. I didn’t know him well: we had only met a few times, but I kept up on him through my aunt. He died a tough death but, in a way, a miracle happened through him. For that, I’d like to give God glory forever and ever.
You see, my cousin was a hardcore drug user. Drugs killed him; likely a heroin-fentanyl overdose. He had spent most of the last decade living on the hard streets of Philadelphia, struggling with addiction, dependency, mental illness, and horrible things that I, in my sheltered suburban bubble, don’t want to think are possible (let alone happening to someone in my family).
Yet the hand of God kept him alive for the moment he died because, when this happened, he helped many other unknown people. His mom, as his guardian, had registered him as an organ donor. Miraculously, despite decades of heavy drug use, those organs were undamaged; no trace at all of chemicals or disease. That, itself, is a miracle, and I can’t help but think it was God at work through my long-suffering cousin. I don’t know specifically how many organs he donated, but perhaps up to a dozen people will now live because this tortured soul’s time here was complete.
Even the circumstances of his death seem God-sent. His heart must have stopped only a few minutes before the first responders found him. Either way, had he been gone for more than ten minutes or so, his organs would have been unusable. That wasn’t the case. As mentioned, the end of his life gave new life to others.
How can we not give glory to God for that?
I don’t know if my cousin was a believer or not. I hope he was. I hope he got to know God in the years before he died because he surely met God when this life ended. Yet I also fervently hope the Lord said to him, “look at the chance you’ve given those other people. I’m so glad to have you here.” Pray for peace for my aunt, and her other three grown sons, and their families. Pray for God’s loving healing through grief. Pray for good health for those with new organs that give new chances. But mostly, pray praise and glory to the Father for His gifts of life, mercy, and love. Rest peacefully, Cole. Your life here helped so many others.
For further reading: Philippians 4:21.
Lord Jesus, all glory to You. I pray for Your mercy for Cole, and Your comfort for his family here.