Proof The Bible Is True

Jack, my young son, held my hand tightly as we walked up to the hospital entrance. “This won’t take long at all, sweetie,” I said. “The doctor just needs to take a picture of your chest. Then we’ll go meet Grandma and Nathan, and you can tell your brother all about it.”

Jack never liked going to the doctor, but because of his asthma my husband and I weren’t taking any chances. He had quite a wheeze and only a chest X-ray could assure us he didn’t have pneumonia.

We pushed through the doors into a long corridor that led to the X-ray rooms. Immediately my mind flew back to my last visit in these very halls, when my father was being treated for gastric cancer. It wasn’t yet a month since Dad had died.

I gave Jack’s hand a squeeze. My son couldn’t know it, but today Mommy wanted to be here even less than he did. These hospital walls just reminded me of the good-bye I never wanted to hear.

“This is where they took care of Pap,” Jack said, looking around at the sterile hallway.

“Yes, you’re right,” I said.

“Pap is with Jesus now,” Jack said.

“Yes, he is,” I said.

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