Let's take a trip back in time to this date, December 15, 2007, and a visit to a hospice house inVerona, Mississippi. The day had been overcast and rainy, and family and friends of a well-loved man had gathered to be with him when he stepped off this earth and walked into realm of the hereafter.
The man was only 48 years old, and had been diagnosed with melanoma skin cancer only a few months prior to this date. It had been a fast cancer that seemed to consume him. It was surreal to family and friends that this man, who had always been full of life and love, was incapable of responding to them as he lay in a coma. There were many stories told by everyone that entered that room within the last 24 hours of the vigilance. They were all true stories, centered around the man who still drew a crowd, even in this condition.
Everyone in the room was aware that the bedridden man had been visited by a minister, who had been a family friend all of the man's life. The pastor had watched him grow from toddler, into adolescence and finally to manhood. This same pastor had presided over the funerals of the man's mother, father, uncles, aunts and a nephew. He told family members their loved one had told him several days earlier that he was ready to see his Lord.
As many of the family and friends stood around his bed at a little past 6pm on that night, they watched him take his last breath and embark on the greatest journey of his life. One of the things that everyone in the room noticed was after he took his last breath, a smile came to his lips, as if he had just seen someone that was very close to him. His brother and others in the room, had seen that smile before when they had visited him throughout life.
Everyone was crying, including the brother, who felt he needed some fresh air, so he went outside. It had been warm and overcast all day, but now a very cool breeze was blowing, and the clouds above had opened and there was a large hole there with purple, orange and red in it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He immediately understood its meaning, and rushed back inside and told everyone in the room that they had to come see this. As they reached the outside, the sky was the same beautiful array of colors as it had been when the brother had first seen it. As everyone stood there and looked up in awe, someone said just what the brother had thought. "It's a sign from Heaven letting us know that he is there!" Everyone agreed.
A nephew by marriage, had left to pick up someone and bring them to the hospital; possibly a relative. When they arrived, the family and friends had all had gone back inside. The nephew came into the room and very excitedly said that they had just seen the most amazing sky! He said they were on the road to the hospital when it happened all of a sudden, and they got out of the car and looked at it. They were then told about the circumstances, and what the others had seen.
The man's oldest niece wrote the following remembrance to him today, Dec. 15, 2013. "I will always believe that God sent us a comforting message that night. I will never forget the events of this day six years ago. I witnessed the most spiritual thing I've ever encountered. It was like slow motion all day. My sweet Uncle Randy was already in his coma waiting for Jesus to call him up. We all just waited and prayed and talked to him hoping he could hear us. He left us as that night, and when he did the night turned into a beautiful purple. Purple was his favorite color. It was so unlike any sky I've ever seen and I hope to get a glimpse of it today. I miss you dearly Randy. I love you today and more tomorrow and the next day. Can't wait to canoe the Jordan with you one day and for eternity!"
The niece, who wrote the remembrance is Cindy (Jones) Chapman. She is this writer's oldest daughter, and this writer is the brother of Randy Lynn Jones, who left us on this old earth that night, to spend eternity in that beautiful paradise where there is no pain and suffering. We love you Randy!
The photo at the top of this page and the video are the closest things that I could find to the sky that night, but they do not have the same majesty as the "Lords Sky" did that night.
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