05/11/2026
š Halfway home from work Saturday afternoonā¦
I reached for my phone to make a call.
A call I have made nearly every day since 2007.
I was going to call my best friend.
My mentor.
My encourager.
My teacher in the faith.
The man God used to help straighten out my life and bring me back closer to Him.
And thenā¦
I remembered.
š I cannot make that call anymore.
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⨠THE CALL I CANNOT MAKE āØ
Motivation & Inspiration Devotion #94
ā By Randy L. Buoy
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Early Saturday morningā¦
my dear friend Ron passed away.
Although I knew the day was comingā¦
and although Ron himself was more excited about Heaven than anyone I have ever knownā¦
there was still something overwhelming about realizing:
š the phone calls are over.
Ron was not merely a friend to me.
He was family.
For years, our conversations became part of daily life.
We talked about Scripture.
About preaching.
About life.
About struggles.
About faithfulness.
About Heaven.
And oh myā¦
did Ron love to talk about Heaven.
Even while battling sicknessā¦
even while under hospice careā¦
he could hardly wait to see Jesus.
He would talk about the nail prints in His hands.
The streets of gold.
The choirs of Heaven.
The saints who had gone on before.
The glory of finally being Home.
Ron did not fear death.
š He anticipated glory.
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As I drove home from work Saturday afternoon listening to some good gospel musicā¦
the reality of it all suddenly hit me.
For a moment, without even thinkingā¦
I reached for my phone to call him.
Then my heart reminded me:
š Ron is no longer here.
And suddenlyā¦
the tears came.
Because I miss him already.
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Our family affectionately called Ron our āClarence.ā
If you remember the old movie Itās a Wonderful Lifeā¦
Clarence was the angel who helped guide George Bailey back toward hope and purpose.
That was Ron to us.
God used him mightily to encourage usā¦
strengthen usā¦
teach usā¦
and point us back toward Christ.
And nowā¦
our āClarenceā has gone Home.
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One of Ronās favorite hymns was the old song:
šµ āWhen the Roll Is Called Up Yonderā šµ
There is a story that the hymn writer, James Milton Black, was taking attendance in a Sunday school class when a little girl named Bessie was absent.
As he called her name and received no answerā¦
he reportedly said:
āWell, when the roll is called up yonder⦠sheāll be there.ā
That thought stayed with himā¦
and later became one of the most beloved hymns ever written.
šµ
āWhen the trumpet of the Lord shall sound,
and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks eternal bright and fairā¦
And the roll is called up yonder, Iāll be there.ā
šµ
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Wellā¦
Ron did not miss his call.
Years ago, he had already answered the greatest call of all.
š āFor whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.ā
ā Romans 10:13 (KJV)
Ron believed on the Lord Jesus Christ.
He trusted in the saving grace of God.
He understood the words of Jesus:
š āYe must be born again.ā
ā John 3:7 (KJV)
And because of thatā¦
when Heaven called his nameā¦
Ron answered.
His suffering ended.
His pain ended.
His earthly race ended.
And nowā¦
his soul is safely Home with Christ.
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I also thought about these powerful words:
š āFor the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.ā
ā 1 Thessalonians 4:16 (KJV)
Ron is now among those precious saints awaiting that glorious resurrection morning.
And one dayā¦
when my own name is calledā¦
I, too, will answer.
Not because I deserve Heaven.
Not because I am good enough.
But because I have placed my faith in Jesus Christ and His finished work upon the Cross.
By grace through faithā¦
I have been saved.
And because of thatā¦
although I cannot call Ron anymore here on earthā¦
I know we will speak again.
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And somehowā¦
that changes everything.
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The final verse of Ronās beloved hymn says:
šµ
āLet us labor for the Master
from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over
and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, Iāll be there.ā
šµ
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Ron labored.
He served.
And he loved well.
Thank you, my friend.
Thank you for your friendship.
Your prayers.
Your wisdom.
Your faithfulness.
Your encouragement.
Your example.
Your love for Christ.
You were truly one of Godās gifts in my life.
And although todayā¦
this is the call I cannot makeā¦
I rejoice knowing this is not goodbye forever.
It is only:
š āUntil we meet again.ā
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If this devotion spoke to your heart todayā¦
and there is someone in Heaven you miss deeplyā¦
perhaps a parentā¦
a spouseā¦
a childā¦
a pastorā¦
a mentorā¦
or a dear friendā¦
please remember this:
For the believer in Christā¦
death is not the end of the story.
Because of Jesusā¦
there will be another meeting.
Another conversation.
Another reunion.
And what a glorious day that will be.
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This page exists for moments like this.
I write for the person who is hurtingā¦
but still holding on.
For the person who is wearyā¦
but still looking toward Heaven.
If this devotion encouraged your heart todayā¦
please feel free to share it with someone who may need comfort today.
And if messages like this speak to your heartā¦
I would be honored if you followed āDevotions From The Heart.ā
And rememberā¦
š In Christ, goodbye is never forever.
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