Inspired by: Holy Forever📍 Huntsville, Alabama | March 1, 2024

Caleb Watson was dying.Not metaphorically.Not slowly.But surely.

At 39, the diagnosis had come hard and fast. Stage four cancer. The kind that doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t wait for you to wrap up your business, and doesn’t leave room for miracles unless God intervenes directly.

He’d been strong once. Owned a construction company. Sang baritone on Sundays at church.But now?

The man who used to carry drywall on his shoulder like it was made of paper could barely carry on a conversation without coughing up pain.

He was tired.Of treatments.Of pain.Of pretending.

He didn’t want the chaplain visit that day.Not really.

But when Miss Evelyn, a soft-spoken widow who volunteered at the hospital, knocked gently and asked, “May I sit with you?”—he just nodded.

She sat. Didn’t push.

Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a small Bluetooth speaker.

“There’s a song,” she said, “I want you to hear.It’s not new. Not ancient either.But it’s eternal.”

He didn’t have the energy to argue.

So she hit play.

🎶 “A thousand generations falling down in worship…”

Something happened.

Caleb’s tired eyes stared at the ceiling. But in his spirit, he saw something else.

A throne.

Not just a vision. Not a dream. A glimpse.

Of Heaven.

Of creatures beyond imagination.Of light that didn’t shine—it radiated.Of voices. Uncountable. Singing the same song.

Not because they had to.

Because it was truth.

And in the center—A Lamb.Slain. Yet alive.Wounded. Yet whole.Crowned in glory.

Caleb wanted to speak, but couldn’t.

Tears streamed down his face, and all he could do…was fall to his knees in that vision.In his spirit.

And join the sound.

🎶 “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty…”

Miss Evelyn didn’t say a word.She saw his face.Saw the tears.She knew.

She simply reached out and held his trembling hand.

“That song you just heard, Caleb…” she whispered, “they’ve been singing it for ages.And they’re not going to stop anytime soon.And when your voice joins in—it won’t just echo. It’ll matter.”

Later that night, Caleb asked to see his daughter.He smiled. Ate a little.Said he wanted to hear the song again.

And when the nurses came in the next morning, he was gone.

But not alone.

The Lesson

There is a song.Older than language.Louder than doubt.Stronger than death.

A song Heaven never stops singing:

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord…”

It doesn’t change with seasons.It doesn’t dim with sickness.It doesn’t pause for politics, pandemics, or pain.

And when we worship here—on this side of eternity—we’re not starting something…

We’re joining something.

Bible Verse

Revelation 4:8 (ESV)

“Day and night they never cease to say,‘Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty,who was and is and is to come!’”

So when life feels temporary,when fear screams loud,when the world tries to shake your faith—

Sing the song.

Not because you understand everything.But because He’s holy—forever.

And even in death,your worship still rises.

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