"Say Hi to Jesus For Me": Chapter 17


Friends and neighbors brought flowers and food. Strength and joy grew within me as the day progressed.

We felt uneasiness, fear and dread when we went into Todd’s room that day. But then Dutch knew what was wrong. "Everything that was good in this room- the guardian angels, the Holy Spirit- they left with Todd, and all that’s left in the room is death itself."

He took command over the spirit of death and told it to leave in the name of Jesus! Dutch exorcised the room.

We felt such relief after that- no more fear or dread. The room was free and clear. We met with Pastor Roufs to plan the memorial service.

"So people won’t be embarrassed and the service interrupted, could you ask the congregation to bow their heads and close their eyes while we sing the Hallelujah? Those who would surrender their hearts or commit their lives to Christ could look up," Dutch suggested.

We were so grateful for Pastor Roufs for letting us choose the songs and hymns and help plan the service. It would be special indeed! We chose passages from John and Revelation that the Lord had used to prepare me for Todd’s death, along with the Apostles’ Creed and the 23rd Psalm.


Niqua had been staying with my mother and sister. It was time that she come home. She was happy to see us but she knew things weren’t the same.

I noticed that she wouldn’t go near Todd’s room. She was obviously afraid of it. I took her in my arms and together we entered the room. "Oh, Toddy doesn’t live here anymore!" She cried, wiggling free from my arms. Her relief was obvious. She skipped around the room, picking up various things.

"Mommy, how come Toddy didn’t take his teddy bear to heaven with him? Why did he leave his watch? Oh, and look! His clothes are still here, too." The simple faith of a child! Indeed! Toddy didn’t live here anymore.


Thursday night it rained and stormed, but Friday morning dawned bright and clear. The sky was blue and crisp, without a wisp of a cloud or a hint of smog. We could see forever.

"Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." (Psalm 30:4-5)

I didn’t want Niqua to see Todd. As far as she knew, he was in heaven. She was too young to understand why his body had to be locked up in a box. We kept her in the pastor’s office until after the casket had been closed for the last time. Dutch and I had said our last good-byes the night before. I had planned to bend over Todd one last time and kiss him and say: "See you in the morning. Say hi to Jesus for me." But I didn’t. Todd wasn’t there, and I certainly didn’t feel like kissing that cold body.

John wept during the service, and we could hear many sniffles behind us. Our main concern was how the altar call would go. I was so excited I could hardly wait for Pastor Roufs to get to that part of the service.


First, he paid tribute to Todd through a joyful, hope-filled sermon. It meant so much to us that I would like to share part of it.
"One of the hard, blunt facts of human existence is death. And when a child dies, we especially feel the shattering and crushing power of death. But then we remember that God never promised that there would be no empty chairs at the table or that there would be no idle toys. Jesus has never said that he would keep every child alive until adulthood.

As we think about Todd, we remember him as a fighter. There was no giving in or giving up. And because of that element of fighting in his life, I'd like to share a passage of Scripture from 2 Corinthians4: " We are often troubled, but not crushed; sometimes in doubt, but never in despair; there are many enemies, but we are never without a friend" (TEV). And the Phillips has this translation: "We may be knocked down but we are never knocked out."

Todd has been knocked down, but he's not knocked out. One of the things I recall about Todd is the way he would fight to do what he wanted to do. Not even cancer was going to keep him from learning or from playing. After the first operation on his back, when I visited his home, he had to go out and show me how he could swing the bat and throw the ball. He kept trying.

Last Sunday I was at his home. There he was playing Monopoly, trying to beat his mother, and he didn't have enough strength to shake the dice or to move the pegs, but yet, there he was, counting the money sharply. And then he was completely fatigued. He tipped over and lay down and his parents brought pillows to support him. By the time they got the pillows there, he wanted to be back at Monopoly. That's the way he continued to fight and struggle to live.

Todd has been knocked down, but he has never been knocked out, for Todd believed in the resurrection. He believed in the Grace of God. God's grace had reached out to him. And grace is God's love and God's forgiveness. And it was this kind of confidence and trust that Todd had in Jesus Christ. If you had gone into Todd's room the last few days, you would have seen pictures of Jesus surrounding Todd. And it was because of his love for Christ that those pictures were there. Todd knew that Jesus was his Savior.

In Mark, the tenth chapter, it says that parents brought children to Jesus, "that he should touch them: and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them: Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God." (KJV)

Todd said that this was a sad story that turned out all right. Isn't that interpretation marvelous? People brought their children to Jesus and the disciples said, "No, Jesus doesn't have time for children." But Jesus did. Todd knew that he was accepted and loved and belonged to Christ, because his faith was in Jesus. And one of the last days, when people wondered whether he had any strength in his hands, he took one of these Etch-a-sketches, and there in the middle of it he drew a cross. He believed, you see, that Jesus died for him and that because of that he was a child of God.

With his grandmother Todd would go to Forest Lawn quite frequently. He called it "the Jesus place," I imagine because there were so many statues of Jesus there. He wanted to see what they did with, as he said, the "leftover" bodies. One day as he and his grandmother were there, they saw people standing around a casket and over an empty grave. He wanted to go and see how the people were acting, but his grandmother said, "No, we can't do that." Then he said these words: "Someday, when I'm buried, I'll be able to look down and see how the people are acting as they stand around my casket." He could say that, you see, because he had this great and profound confidence and trust that "to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord."

God's grace reached out to Todd's parents, too, Dutch and Gaby. And the ways they have shown the reality of Christ in their lives have been for us an inspiration. We have seen the vitality of their faith, and we have given thanks and praise to God.

As a congregation we have been involved in meaningful experiences with them in the past year. Remember that Sunday when we anointed Todd? Then the exhilaration that we all had upon Todd's improvement, and the Sunday evening fellowships of prayer and singing together? All of these because of God's grace operative in you. May his grace and his strength support you today and tomorrow and in the months and years ahead.

There is a marvelous statement in 2 Samuel (KJV). David, after he lost his son, says, "You cannot come to me, my son, but I can come to you." A treasured part of your lives has gone to heaven, and that, we trust, will cause you to be more aware of things of the Spirit. We go down to difficulty and death, we go down, but we go on. We do not live as though this were the end, for Todd or for ourselves. God picks us up to carry us in his arms and send us on our way for new experiences, new conquests, new life and at last, the resurrection.

No one gets out of life alive. We all will be knocked down by death as Todd has been, but none of us has to be knocked out. Something has happened that changed everything. Death has been given a death blow by Jesus Christ. The Father who has raised the Lord Jesus will raise our loved ones and will make us all stand together in his presence. And that's possible when we accept the grace of God into our lives, when we invite the Lord Jesus into our hearts.

And so, today, the family wants you to have an opportunity to make that kind of experience yours. You can open your life to the Savior and live in his grace. So, during the singing of the Hallelujah, the family has asked that all of us bow our heads with our eyes closed, and it would be very meaningful for them if someone here today, during this service, would accept Jesus as Savior, or if some of you would re-commit your lives to the Lord. If you want to make that kind of response to Christ, would you lift your eyes and look at the cross? That's the way in which you, today, can make evident that you accept Christ as your Savior."


Then the "Lord's Prayer" was sung, and I felt the Lord assuring me of his presence. During the interment the Lord shielded me from all the pain. It seemed I was lifted high above the circumstances, wrapped in a cloud to cushion the blows. "Thank you, Lord, for helping me the way you do. I know I can't stay up here on this cloud forever. You will have to bring me down again. Please let me down gently- little by little. Don't let me crash."

God showed his love through his people in many ways. People drove as much as five hours to be near. We were also comforted by many notes and cards:

"Todd truly is asleep in Jesus. I praise God for the assurance you have of this."

"Your faith shines and radiates. I know the loss you feel, but the courage you have shown has meant so much to me and my family."

"Thank you for letting me be part of Todd's last days."

"We all loved him, but he's with Jesus Christ now and happier than we could imagine. Todd brought me closer to Christ than I've ever been."

"May you and your family be truly comforted during this temporary separation from Todd. Your strength and faith during this period of testing has been a beautiful witness to all of us. I will not forget Todd's expression of faith during the short time I had the privilege of knowing him. In the mystery of God's wisdom and power are many questions...and answers. Two answers out of his Word give clarity and hope in times like yours. The first, illness and disease do not come from the hand of God- yet can be used even in the endurance of their horror by God to bless others; your faith and endurance have blessed us. The second is the promise of Jesus- Todd and you will meet at another time and another place. He has gone there first to learn and develop... to become what God designed him to be. Someday you all shall be together. God has promised."

"It is not possible for us to express our profound sorrow over Todd's passing. The last few months have places emotional burdens on you that few of us will ever experience. We feel Todd was fortunate in that he had two remarkable parents with the strength and courage to meet his illness head on- not to back off and wallow in their own self-pity and misery."

"I am so very sorry, but know you are being lightened of your burden by your faith and your many precious memories. We only hope we can be as strong as you- you two are an inspiration to me."

"My heart has been bleeding for you these past weeks. However, isn't it wonderful how Todd loved Jesus? He is safe and loved with him. Praise God for such faith."

The last few weeks of Todd's illness, Dutch and I had been excused from teaching Sunday school, but this Sunday I wanted to teach. The children had many questions about Todd. Many of them had been to school with him. Some of them had been to the funeral. We laid aside the regular lesson and the boys and girls gathered around me:

" Todd is dead now, isn't he?"
"How did he go to heaven?"
"Did it hurt?"
This was a perfect opportunity for me to ask, "What do you have to do to go to heaven?"
"You have to pray?"
"You have to be good?"
One little boy was definite. "Yeah! You have to be good for a whole year!"
That was too much to fathom. "For a whole year!" a little girl sighed.

I told them that Jesus stood knocking at the door of their hearts, and if they simply responded and invited him to be Lord of their lives, he would grant them the right to go to heaven as a free gift. While Jesus wanted them to be good, even for a whole year, that was not the way to make it to heaven.

Todd had known that. In one Bible he had underlined John 3:16 (KJV): "For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

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