When I was a little girl, my grandmother died. My parents asked if I wanted to go to the funeral, but having never been to one, I was too scared. So I stayed with my other grandma that night at her little shop. There was a little bed set up in the back of the store for me. That night I remember they had left the back door opened for some reason and I was lying on the bed staring out into the night. I cried and cried for the loss of my beloved grandmother. Then as if God mourned with me, the skies opened up and it began to rain.
That was the night I fell in love with rain. Throughout the years rain has done its job, refreshing the land and refilling our water supplies. Somehow though it never fails. When someone close passes away, it rains.
It rained for a week when Andy died. There were so many times that week that I hugged a friend and we ended up weeping in each others arms. That's how I picture it with rain. I like to tell myself that it's Gods way of comforting me, showing me that He is there with me. He's holding me and weeping with me.
He had such a calm and cheerful demeanor. He never had to command respect. He treated you in such a way that respect was easily given. Never too busy to give a hug or encouraging word. He was a very intelligent man but never was arrogant. So wise.
He played a major role in my own spiritual development. I will forever be grateful for the ministry he had at Community Baptist Church and Academy.
Last night I attended the viewing. Hundreds, if not thousands, walked through that church last night. Each one of them was a life he had touched and invested in.
It began to rain while we were waiting in line to get into the church. A few times the electricity cut off. Thunder rumbled. Lightning struck. The wind whipped. God was there. It wasn't the peaceful comfort I typically receive but more of the knowledge that God knew just how we all were feeling.
As I walked away I saw the line go through the church, outside the church, and around. Most standing in the rain.
My friend called me after she left. She wanted me to know that as she pulled out of the church parking lot there was a rainbow situated over top of the church.
God knows this isn't easy but He promises that there is a purpose for it and that it all works out for good.
Dan Holland inspired, encouraged, and invested in so many lives. It didn't end the moment he took his last breath. His impact will last and it will reach others.
This morning is the funeral. Please pray for his family. My heart breaks for them...his wife Debby, his son Tim and his family, and his daughter Tracie and her family. Pray also for his church family. There are so many that are hurting. Pray that they will feel some of God's comfort today.
And let it rain.
