Lynn quickly turned off the radio. Her son’s favourite song had started to play and she just couldn’t stand to listen to it; not now, at least.
The hospital was only ten more minutes away, that is, if the traffic wasn’t as heavy as it was. It had already been several months since the car accident and still he was in a coma. The doctor’s didn’t think he’d ever wake up and they wanted to discuss the possibility of removing life support today.
The decision was entirely hers. Jack, Zach’s father, was long since gone – she wouldn’t know where to begin looking for him if she wanted to.
Zachary, her poor Zachary. What should she do?
At the age of 18, he already showed great promise as a musician and vocalist and had recently been awarded a full scholarship to study music at a prestigious music school. As she watched him lying in that bed, filled with tubes and wires, the thing she could stand the least was the eerie silence, punctuated by the constant beeping of the heart monitor. Zach was always singing, always, and this was too much to bear.
“There really isn’t any hope,” the doctor told her. “I’m so sorry, but there is nothing more we can do and it’s not likely that he’s going to wake up. I don’t think you really have any choice but to just let him go.”
The words continued to echo in Lynn’s mind. She couldn’t let him go, but at least she knew where he was going. Zach had long ago made the decision to follow Christ. He wanted to be a music minister and use the talents God had given him to bring Him glory and praise.
Lynn sat beside Zach, held his hand and prayed.
“God, why have you taken him from me? What will I do without him? What should I do? Are you really calling him home?”
She knew that she couldn’t be selfish. Zach was in God’s hands.
Having made her decision, Lynn leaned over her son, kissing his forehead and wiping his cheeks with her tears and her hair. The doctor stood beside the bed waiting for the word to turn off the life support machines.
“All hail the pow’r of Jesus name, let angels prostrate fall…”
Did Lynn hear that right? Where was the music coming from? Who was singing?
She leaned close, her ear almost touching Zach’s lips.
“Crown Him, Lord of all!”
It was Zach!
“Doctor Beck, quick, listen!” Lynn called.
The doctor could even see Zach’s lips moving.
“Lynn, I think we’ve just witnessed a miracle,” Dr. Beck declared.
Though his voice was still soft, Zach’s voice had continued to raise his voice in praise of His creator.
Zach’s eyes didn’t open that day – it would still be several days before the coma left him – but Lynn had felt new strength in just hearing her son’s voice. The decision to let him go had been so close at hand, but it was clear that God had not finished the work He had for Zach.
Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God. - 1 Corinthians 3:16
© November 2005
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