On this day, 11 years ago, our second son was killed in a car accident.
Some time after that, our family was returning home at night after a very emotional day of dealing with matters concerning the incident.
It had been raining, but the clouds were making way for a clear evening.
The rising moon was glowing in the eastern sky as we arrived at our house.
Something strange and unusual, however, was in the western sky.
I tried to photograph the scene, but it was too dark outside.
Looking past our roof, there appeared to be a rainbow.
A rainbow in the dark!
To my surprise, it was a phenomenon that was well documented.
We were looking at a moon bow, or by another name, a lunar rainbow.
Being quite rare, none of us had ever seen one.
As far as I know, no one in our family has seen one since.
In the Bible, we have the account of the flood that covered the earth.
This account is found in Genesis 9:8-16.
I think God sent the moon bow to me and my family that night long ago.
It proclaimed God’s work of beauty in the sky in a way previously unknown to us.
At the time, I knew in my heart that this occurrence was very special.
Even now, as I think back to that evening when our hearts were hurting, I see God’s comfort in a mighty way.
Could it be that He was reminding us of a covenant He had made about our eternity?
If you have ever “lost” a child in a store or in a park, you’ve felt that sick, empty fear, wondering desperately where they were.
God promises us that whoever believes in His Son, Jesus, will live forever with Him in Heaven.
When we found out that our son had died, it was like a giant door weighing tons had just been shut, separating us.
In that first instant, something deep inside my heart as his mother had to cry out silently from within, wondering desperately where he was.
The answer to that cry is found in Jesus’ words above.
Our son had professed his belief in God and in Jesus many years before his death.
I still have the worn Bible that he read from every night.
Was it God reminding me then— and even now as I recall it— that my son was with His Son, in Heaven?
A covenant of redemption that would not be broken for those who belong to Jesus?
Our son is in Heaven, yet I remain here.
I believe that if he could talk to me now, he would want me to tell others how they could be in Heaven someday, too.
As I think of him tonight, the memories are huge in my heart.
Our son is alive in Heaven.
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