Oh, my. Oh, my. As the last notes of Whitney’s funeral surround me as I write, I am moved to say, “Thank you, Whitney.” Not for your voice. Not for your fame. Not for your beauty. No, but for your love of Jesus. I never knew that you loved the Lord so much. I never knew how much faith you put in Jesus. I never knew how you leaned on him in all your troubles. I never knew you had a bible called, “Raggety”- so torn, crinkled and written upon. But today, on your death, you brought the entire world to church. And you caused the greatest witness to the glory & might of our Father & Jesus in modern times. Who knew? I never intended to watch your funeral. I was mad that no body seemed to care about you in your life and yet were so public in their grief when you died. The last thing I wanted was to listen to people I thought were just there to further their own careers. But my goodness, Whitney. The people around you are lovers of God, just as you are. You inspired so many around you. You died alone, but today the angels of God and all the sons of God are with you. Only in your death do we see the true purpose of your life, which came in this one beautiful, brilliant moment. Your love of Christ, never known to man, is evident today in the most beautiful service I have ever seen. Tears stream down my face as I listen to your beautiful song, “I will always love you.”
All people who love Jesus and our Father in heaven are together in this one glorious moment. And we have your life, your death, to thank for that. You know that now. Did you ever imagine that all your pain & sorrow would result in this kind of glory for our Father? You strived your whole life to bring Him to the world- and it seemed as if you failed, my friend. I know you were sad. You were alone when you died. But now you know, don’t you? Your moment has come. It is clear. You were an angel. And you have given the world a great gift today.
So, I thank you, sweet lady. You were marvelous.