Come Sprinkle Me
Healing Song
I Shall Not Die
Moshiach, Moshiach
Nevertheless, the L-rd Stood by Me
Summer is Ended
This One and That One
Chorale - Lead Me to the RockIn the world today, we hear so much bad news. Here’s a true story about a railroad man’s hard life which ends with good news.
I am with You Through the Fire
Kaddish
Not All Isaacs are Returned
Song for the Tribes
The Brooklyn Rebbe from Avenue J
My father, Ernest
Morel, was abandoned during the Depression by his father when he was a tender
child. My paternal grandfather walked away from his family on December 24 when little
Ernest was seven years old. As a poor
fatherless boy, he had to make his way alone in the world. Loneliness is a cry from the hearts of many
fine railroad men. And Daddy had a
drinking problem relating back to this abandonment. But he was devoted to my mother, Mary, who is
still living. When she became critically
and chronically ill, he lapsed in caring for himself, and was devoted to her
care. They’d been married 56 1/2 years. At our Brooklyn New York City Jewish ministry,
a Jewish believer in Yeshua, Wayne Gilbert, began to bring me copies of ALL
ABOARD to give to my father. Daddy would
look at the magazines but would not comment.
The seed was planted deeply into his heart, and only four days from his
death, my Dad prayed soberly, somberly, and sincerely to surrender his life to
the L-rdship of Yeshua HaMoshiach. He
grew distant, yet a sweetness enveloped him. He was laboring for each breath,
so much a resemblance of Moshiach on the Tree.
He had no pain. The breathing and
the pulse grew shorter. Then G-d took
him to Himself. The night before he
passed away, as I was leaving his hospital room, he called out, “G-d bless
you.” Never had he spoken those words to
me, and they were his last. When the far off whistle of a night train cries out
near the midnight hour, I will always remember Daddy.
Will you who
read this story of my beloved father’s last run, bound for Heaven, look up to
the One who came to save you, give you hope and eternal life? My Dad was so blessed, at last, to become a
never-to-be- abandoned reconciled son to his Heavenly Father. The thief on the tree was issued full pardon
at the end of his life and promised Heaven.
Yeshua Adoneinu has paid our sin debt in full by shedding His own
precious Blood—the Innocent One laid down His life to ransom us, the guilty
ones. He bids us, “All Aboard.” He is not willing that any should
perish.
A few times
when I was very young, Daddy would let me ride a short distance on the tracks
with him—this was a great togetherness experience riding on the rails with my
Dad; however, I am overjoyed that we’ll be together forever in eternity with
Moshiach at Station Stop Heaven—will you?
In closing I
gave my Dad a special gift for Father’s Day two years ago. I had a star named for him. Somewhere, up in the sky, there’s an Ernest
Morel star. Daniel 12:3 says, “Those who
are wise shall shine like the brightness of the firmament. And those who turn many to righteousness like
the stars, forever and ever.”
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