My Dad’s Glorious Day!

ImageRE-BLOG FOR SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO DID NOT SEE IT IN MAY!

Psalm 39:4-6 “Tell me, what’s going on, God? How long do I have to live? Give me the bad news! You’ve kept me on pretty short rations; my life is string too short to be saved. Oh! We’re all puffs of air. Oh! We’re all shadows in a campfire. Oh! We’re just spit in the wind. We make our pile, and then we leave it.  Have you ever thought that you would know when your time to leave? I have written more than once about the lady who saw Jesus standing in her room, she said He was calling names and that He would get to hers about 11AM on Friday, she said this during our visit to her home on Thursday, it happened just as she had said it would and she departed her earthly body at 11AM next day! I tell you this because my dad asked me to recount that to him last week. I reminded him of the details and then asked him why he had asked, “Because I heard God say ‘Thursday,’” he answered. It sent a chill up my spine; it was not something I wanted to hear. That was on Tuesday April 30 and I knew that Thursday was just one day away. He was not well on Wednesday, his legs had swollen and that was not typical for him, his legs were more like a racehorse than a lamppost. He had become very down on himself for not being able to walk, to do things that he had always been able to do but God gave me a scripture for him, Psalm 147:10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man, when I gave that to him I think it made him feel a little better! Sorry, I digressed, the swollen legs indicated to me that it could be his heart and I was frightened. At 5PM on Wednesday May 1, my sister and I took hands and asked God for “just one more week”, he gave that to us because daddy went into his Bible study and taught with clarity and power, we were happy and thankful for that. Thursday dawned and he was very weak, there were several times that we thought he was actually going to die. He prayed for himself and said “Jesus, you’re not going to let me die today are you?” Then he began to prophesy and spoke these words, “I am not going to take you today, there is something for you to do, and I will take you another glorious day!” Needless to say my sister and I were very happy to hear those words! He rallied and told me he was hungry, I fed him! He ate a Chick Fil A sandwich, then a piece of pizza and finally Tamale that his grandson had brought him the night before. We slept peaceful that night. On Saturday he began to fade again and his body had not made any urine in almost twelve hours although he had been drinking a lot of water. By 5:45 in the evening we made the hard decision to take him to the hospital, upon being asked if he realized that he needed help he said that he did know that and if we didn’t “they might call the police”, guessing by that he knew he was going to die and didn’t want us to be blamed for not getting help for him. To make a long story a little shorter on Monday night we called the family in as the doctor told us he was going. He told us that his father was standing in the room dressed in a black suit. I asked if my grandfather had come to take him and he answered, “Yes”, “Do you want to go?”, “No”. But as we stood there he began to see things, there were people afar off on a city street but they were too far away for him to recognize. I was standing there and he said, “I saw my soul, it came out and I saw it!” I asked him, stupidly, “What did it look like?” He looked a little incredulous and answered “Like ME, it looked like ME it IS me!” He continued, “It’s so simple, so simple, you just go out and come back and you never feel a thing! If people only knew how simple it was!” As we all stood around and prayed and softly sang he became weaker but opened his eyes and knew it was time for everyone to go home, he asked where my brother-in-law was, he wanted me to take mother home to rest. By Wednesday the doctor was telling us to consider hospice care, which I knew was not something he would want and neither did I. She thought he might have six months but didn’t believe he would make it that long. They sent the hospice people to see me and I signed all the papers hoping to take him home even if he had to have the hospice care and walked back into the room.  He was speaking softly and walked closer, “Membrane, membrane, there’s only a membrane separating us from them.” I said “Daddy what does it look like?” I was going to continue and ask if it looked like Saran Wrap when he spoke again, “Like thin plastic.” I spoke quickly, “Daddy we aren’t going to let yours get torn for a long time!” He rolled his eyes to find my face and said “Ohhh but it’s already done.” That was about the last thing he said that we could really understand. There was no one there at that point except my siblings my mother and my brother’s wife. We were talking quietly and as if someone signaled to us we all three got up and walked to the bed where my sister placed both of her hands on daddy’s head, I went and had my hands on his feet and my brother was standing at his right hand. As we stood there I began to softly sing “It Is Well With My Soul” my sister and brother joined in, his breathing became more shallow, he yawned and my sister called out “DADDY”, he opened his eyes wide and looked at her, when he closed them his head dropped and he slipped into eternity as we stood with our hands on him and prayed. I will tell you one thing I didn’t mention earlier, while he was speaking of seeing those people far away he began talking about the trees, “Catastophe, tornados with winds of 300MPH”  he could see and how he saw them blowing hard, then he said “They are going to attack rural areas.”  We thought it meant it was about an atomic blast, surely no tornado would be that strong! It was cryptic we didn’t ask questions we just waited, hanging on every word. I always believed that we have a cloud of witnesses around us, I always knew that the spirit of the departed could come to comfort you, that your soul could come and go and until the “silver cord” is broken you will not die but seeing it up close and personal gives you a whole new faith in what happens in the after life. He had died on the “glorious” occasion of the 51st anniversary of the day we first walked into 2800 Piedmont Road, 5-8-1962 to 5-8-2013, and he was able to pastor his own congregation, one that he would never have to walk away from, although some have walked away from him. Some have not understood why we kept his death private, it is because it’s the way he asked us to do it. He knew there was a concert coming up that the young people had worked on a long time, he knew that Mother’s Day was this week end and he didn’t want anyone to be sad. You have to know he was sharp until he took his final breath. Some have become angry with me and for the life of me I can’t understand why they would catch me freshly grieving my father’s death, suddenly very sick with pneumonia from the lack of care to myself, and decide to basically kick me when I was down. My brother, sister and I followed his wishes to not have a formal funeral, to not have anyone preach over him or view him “in a box”, I respected that and have asked my children to do the same for me if I die before the Lord comes back to receive us into the heavens, so I owe no apologies for I know I have done what I was asked to do, I know that my dad is sitting in heaven with family and friends that are already there but mostly know that he is happy to be with Jesus, his friend. Never doubt that eternity exists and we will all be a part of it and it won’t be long! Be blessed!

24 Replies to “My Dad’s Glorious Day!”

  1. Thank you Harolene. Although I had not seen Sr Bishop in many years, not a month goes by that I don’t mention his “truth in being”. I’ve never known another person like him, nor do I think I ever will. I understand, respect and admire that the children followed his wishes to keep his homegoing private, although I am saddened that I had not visited sooner. Give my best to all of the Mushegans & Watsons.

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  2. I am so sorry for your loss. When Alan announced it this morning, it knocked the wind out of me. Your Daddy was a great Godly man, and I am honored and Blessed to have known him. Don’t worry about what others think or get mad at, you honored your Daddy’s wishes and that is all that matters! What a beautiful description of his departure. Much love to you. Val

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  3. Bishop Harry Mushegan, the holiest man it has ever been my privilege to
    know. I cry for those of us left behind without him. I cry because I love
    him for his love of our Lord and all the times he intervenved for me in prayer.

    May God comfort you and heal you and keep you filled with the glory of HIS
    Presence.

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  4. We love you so very much Aunt H…..you will surely wear a huge crown one day for the care and love you have so willingly given to your parents. You are very correct when you said you owe no one an apology for how you handled things. You simply obeyed his wishes and for that, you will be honored. I am so very sorry people have attacked you —- you do not deserve it and I wish I could take all the hurt from you, but in the meantime, get some rest and for once, take care of YOU! Your father would want you to…..

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  5. I am so proud of you and the family. Brother Harry knew what he wanted and you’ll carried it out to the letter. He was a fine man. My children and I loved him so, as we still love you all.
    I AM SO HONORED THAT I KNEW HIM And know I will see him again.

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  6. Harolene, I lift both you and your family up not only now but always. Your dad was such a selfless man, always thinking of others. I am so happy you were able to give him what he wanted in his death. Yes it hurts as I would have loved to say goodbye to him with friends and family but I am thrilled that he asked for what he wanted and everyone obliged. Thank you for letting us know and especially why. He was my daddy too but just in a different way. Thank you for all you do and know I am loving and honoring Harry in my mind and heart! Tim

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  7. Harolene, what a beautiful testimony. Anyone who is angry is just foolish. When I read the words you wrote about “they are going to attack rural areas next” it was as if my spirit held it’s breath. I don’t know the exact meaning but I have felt in my spirit for awhile now that something is taking place. I believe that was one last prophetic word that your day gave.

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  8. Thank you Harolene, This was comforting,Again I love everyone of all of Ya`ll , Blessings !

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  9. Thank you, Harolene, for sharing those moments. Respecting his wishes is really all there is to the matter. What is that paraphrase–those who object don’t matter, and those who matter don’t object. Though miles separate us, there is not a day that I don’t think of you. My heart is so full of things I would like to say and I can’t seem to get any of them out. But I know YOU know. So….Be at peace, my friend.

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  10. If people are angry for y’all following your Dads wishes then they didn’t really know him and are being incredibly selfish. They need to do a self inventory.
    I pray for support, healing of your hearts, and the sweet peace that only Rhe Holy Spieit can give. I am going to truly miss my Sunday morning hugs and kisses and hearing that deep calming voice that said” I love you too. But I excited for him. He is with The One he lived for!!
    I love you all so much!!

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  11. Harolene, This is a beautiful tribute to a wonderful man of God ! I am very sorry for your families loss, but yet rejoicing that your father is in Heaven. God’s Speed and prayers to all of you during this time. Big hugs to you!!

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    1. It is a hard time yet knowing he was ready and seeing the other side was a thrill just to be in the room. God is good, thank you for reaching out to me, h

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  12. Harolene, I’m so sorry for your families loss. He touched so many people, when I heard him speak, I just watched, smiled and listened. I just knew that the words I was hearing were pure, true and always for me.I wish I could give you that big (kroger) hug to let you know that I feel for you.:) I hope you can take some time for yourself, so you can start feeling better. We love you,Mike Barber

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  13. Harolene, thank you for sharing your thoughts with us even through the loss of your Father. GOD has one of his favorite sons with him right now. I admire you so much for taking care of your parents like you have and also for keeping your promise to your Daddy about his wishes for his ongoing to Heaven. I love you.

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  14. Your dad was such a wonderful man of God; his faith was strong. I remember him from the early days at Euclid Ave. Not only did he preach the Word, but his life was an example of it. God be with you and give you His comfort and peace..

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  15. Such a blessing to read your post of Bishop’s home going. His works will live forever.

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  16. Reblogged this on HaroWritingOutLoud and commented:

    Today is the 6 month anniversary of my dad’s flight to his heavenly home. I wanted to share the account of his home going with you in case you missed it first time around…or even if you already read it… God knows…

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    1. Thanks for sharing again. I have written a reply two times and lost them both.
      I know I will see heaven soon. I am not afraid. Cancer is uncomfortable but it can’t scare me. I know Jesus lives and God has a beautiful home for me in eternity. I will be with my family and friends who are already there. I so look forward to seeing The Late Great Bishop Harry A. Mushegan. I can already imagine his tender strong arms around me as we meet again. My wonderful parents, grand parents, Aunts and uncles, etc. and my best friend of over 40 years, Dora Ferree will be there to welcome me home. I don’t want to leave my family here but I know I will see them again. What a great reunion that will be. Your Dad and I will be there when the re st of the Mushegan & Watsins get there. I love you all, Joyce

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      1. Dearest Joyce! What a beautiful thought, When we all get to heaven what a day of rejoicing that will be! Keep me up on what’s happening and I love and pray for you❤️

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  17. Harolene I feel that I was truly bless to have met him & heard him preach the word more than once. He was an awesome presence in the pulpit. I wish I had been around more than I was. I know that I would have learned a lot from him.
    People who today are your freinds & tomorrow turn on you because you didn’t things their way are not really friends at all. The thing that makes it more cruel is they are people form the church, ones that we trusted. Forgive them, ask the Lord to forgive you for even being concerned over their feelings & go on. God bless
    Thanks for reposting this for today- powerful reading.

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    1. One of these days I am going to buy a computer that only writes correctly spelled words. sorry

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  18. I have written a reply two times and lost them both.
    I know I will see heaven soon. I am not afraid. Cancer is uncomfortable but it can’t scare me. I know Jesus lives and God has a beautiful home for me in eternity. I will be with my family and friends who are already there. I so look forward to seeing The Late Great Bishop Harry A. Mushegan. I can already imagine his tender strong arms around me as we meet again. My wonderful parents, grand parents, Aunts and uncles, etc. and my best friend of over 40 years, Dora Ferree will be there to welcome me home. I don’t want to leave my family here but I know I will see them again. What a great reunion that will be. Your Dad and I will be there when the re st of the Mushegan & Watsins get there. I love you all, Joyce

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