Crisis of Belief
My daddy died nine years ago today. He was a great big man with an even bigger heart and he loved me. He loved me unconditionally. He was my human picture of God's unconditional love. I thank God for giving me Lewis Vail for my daddy. His death caught us all by surprise. Eleven years earlier he had a massive heart attack not before but after walking in the hospital door. God spared his life. Five years later his surgeon found his chest cavity full of cancer. He removed nothing, sewed him up and gave us no hope. Yet he went into remission and the cancer never returned in his lifetime. God spared his life again. Fast forward six years. In October of 2003 Daddy got bronchitis. He couldn't shake it. Our fear was that the cancer was back but every test, and there were many, showed the contrary. No cancer. The night before he died there were visitors. Daddy loved people and he enjoyed every minute. While he enjoyed the fellowship, it was getting harder for him to breat