My dad. A free spirit. Lived close to the Bible and the Holy Spirit of Jesus. A true man of God and of prayer.

I was there alone with my father in an old folk’s home in Auckland, New Zealand when he died. My sister Fiona had kept up a vigil for several days at dad’s bedside because it was evident he was dying.

I’d seen him not long before. Fiona phoned and said I’d better fly in from Australia because dad was in decline towards death.

When I arrived dad was unresponsive, lying and breathing with his mouth grabbing the last hours of breath, his body now very tired and about to die like an old once-strong vital battery. We will all face this decline one day, unless the Lord returns.

When dad went in the middle of the night, some hours after Fiona went home to get some sleep, a great Presence and peace filled the room.

I know dad went to where he longed and was ready to go. And I felt honoured to be in the presence of a great man when he breathed his last.

I stayed by dad’s body the whole night, guarding dad, for the gay male nurses were very weird, until the doctor came about 9.30am to certify his death, so the undertakers could collect dad’s body and take him to the funeral home.

Fiona came in sobbing and crying earlier and hugged dad and said goodbye.

My sister Fiona- very fond of dad.

I’d been very close to dad all my life, so his passing has lingered long in my heart.

Dad was a great man. However the feelings of loss, we must live for the living, and be there for those of our own, and those God gives us to support and encourage in life.

Today I’ve layed out some songs, scriptures and thoughts on the theme of the Psalms. I hope you enjoy it and get something out of what I’ve done today.

Psalm 121

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade on your right hand.
The sun will not smite you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The Lord will [a]protect you from all evil;
He will keep your soul.
The Lord will [b]guard your going out and your coming in
From this time forth and forever.

New American Standard Version

 

I was raised on good solid Bible reading, teaching and preaching from my first breath. And amongst the treasures my mother and father, both pastors, shared with me as a child were passages from The Psalms.

My father’s favourite Psalm was Psalm 121- “I will look unto the hills from whens cometh my help. My help is in the Lord who made heaven and earth”. Do you ever look out into the vast sky on a clear starry night?

My paternal grandmother’s favourite Psalm was Psalm 23, which is on her and my grandfather’s headstone. My father Rev Reuben Donald Elley, known as Rev Don Elley, a leading New Zealand Presbyterian clergy, made sure this scripture was there.

 

My paternal grandparent’s tombstone at Papakura Cemetery, South Auckland, New Zealand. Georgina Elley 1896 to 1972 and James William George Elley 1887 to 1981. My father wants his ashes to be buried near them with a plaque. My sister Margaret Elley-Brown of Epsom, Auckland, New Zealand, who has power of attorney for my parents, refuses to do this and they are on her mantle-piece at her home. There is nothing I can do about it unless I take her to court- something I don’t want to do, and something my parents wouldn’t have liked me to do. My mother has advanced dementia in a private hospital and doesn’t recognise anyone.

The pastor in his office. Khandallah. Early 70s. My father Rev Reuben Donald Elley – A free spirit. Dad lived close to the Holy Bible and the Holy Spirit of Jesus. A true man of God and of prayer. Dad fought valiantly to have the Presbyterian clergy heretic Lloyd Geering banished from the NZ Presbyterian Church in the 1960s, in a similar way to how I’m taking on Hillsong and other corrupt clergy and churches, mainly in the Pentecostal and so-called modern Charismatic churches. Dad died in August 2012 aged 87.

So we live our lives and some of us find solace, comfort and inspiration in the Psalms.

I can gain inspiration from any of the 150 Psalms.

My favourite Psalms are Psalm 1, Psalm 23 like my grandmother Georgina, Psalm 27, Psalm 119 and Psalm 121, like my father.

The writer of this site- Donald Elley of Bellingen. Likes the Psalms.