In September we celebrate 10 years as missionaries in Mexico! We’re now busier than ever. Jack has written over 9,000 articles and Q&A posts for this site. He’s answered countless other questions privately. Our local missions work and homeschooling our son take up the rest of our time. It’s a full and satisfying life and we’re so grateful. We’re awed and humbled by what the Lord has done here.
It’s October. Jack’s birthday is right around the corner and he’s just wrapped up a teaching series on supernatural healing. Almost overnight Jack becomes ill. At first he’s thinking it’s only dehydration, but the next day we’re on our way to a San Diego hospital.
The doctors there are befuddled. Tests show Jack has advanced stage cancer and assume he’s been in a deteriorating condition for years. But no. Just as the Lord kept Paul going strong for so many years despite the severe physical punishment he took, He also kept the cancer at bay until Jack had completed his work for the Lord.
Jack and I expect a miraculous recovery. It makes perfect sense. This started with his series on supernatural healing, then Jack becomes gravely ill. It only makes sense that through faith, the Lord will supernaturally heal him. What an amazing and faith building experience for our readers. Events are unfolding very quickly. No other outcome comes to mind.
I begin a fast and ask our readers for prayer. Tens of thousands respond.
The hospice team arrives and begins to talk about how little time is left. A different reality begins to set in. Jack tells the hospice workers what he said to the Lord – that he’d love to stay a while longer and go in the rapture with his family. And if that’s not possible, he’d just like to spend his last days with family.
Jack reminds me that our ministry has thrived all these years because of faith and prayer. No matter the outcome, that will always be. He tells me the Lord has used our gifts together for His glory. Jack’s gift of teaching has always been obvious. I’ve never really been sure of mine. He tells me I have the gifts of faith and giving. I pray he’s right. I also pray I’ll have enough faith to get through this.
Seven days after arriving in the States, Jack goes Home to be with the Lord forever.
There simply are no words to describe how it feels to lose your love, your partner and your best friend. I remain strong in the Lord and I hold tightly to the promise that Jack and I will embrace each other once again. Still, there’s this emptiness, this feeling of profound loss, that ebbs and flows through my days.
Our son has been active in every aspect of our ministry since he was young. He knows well the Lord’s concern for the widows and the fatherless. When we arrive home in Mexico, just the two of us, he grabs my hand, cries and asks, “Mom, how does it feel now that you’re the widow and I’m the fatherless?” I stumble blindly for a proper response. On the one hand I feel everything. Then again, I feel nothing. I recall the many times King David cried out to the Lord in the Psalms. I can feel his anguish and his despair.
But I also sense the guiding hand of a loving Father. The people we’ve served here in Mexico the past 10 years rally around us. They bring food and share hugs. They sit and listen. We feel the love of God in them. Many more from around the world, whom we’ve served for 16 years and have never met, respond in similar ways. Their message is clear – you continue to do the Lord’s work and we will continue to support you.
We finish the year broken, but secure in the palm of His hand. We receive multiple confirmations from the Lord that we should continue our outreach work and keep the site up. New visitors are arriving daily and even those who’ve been with us since the beginning are finding new insights through Jack’s timeless articles.