Death is a hard subject. We can never turn our backs on it because it’s always popping up somewhere ~ and always on the front page and in prime time, real or fiction. Why reach for fiction? It’s bad enough to have true stories about shootings in movie theaters. So much pain.
But there is still hope, my friend. I was serving God out of habit until the enemy struck a death blow to a son who held so much promise. Just like the lady I spoke with today who lost her 22 year old nephew to suicide not so long ago. The family is in anguish. They have a right to be. We all have the right to be outraged at death!
We all expect to live to be at least three score and ten as the Bible says, and longer if we have our health. But even for our senior friends and family, we don’t want to lose them. Let’s face it. We want to live forever as we were created to be!
About growing older and facing the maladies that seem to trot along side, my husband has been making trips to take care of his aging parents. One has been anticipating surgery for repair, but other medical problems crop up and get in the way. Twice surgery has been canceled. Her condition has not looked good and her husband of 65+ years was very worried. His usually stalwart frame was bent low under the weight of possible loss and he finally burst into tears.
“I’m afraid I’m going to lose her!” he cried. My husband replied, “Dad, let’s wait until morning. Perhaps she will be better then.” Those words of hope helped dry Dad’s eyes. Yes. Tomorrow.
And the next morning when they walked into her room, not knowing what to expect, sitting up in bed was a much brighter-eyed, bushier-tailed patient, wondering what all the fuss was about. To quote my husband, “The look on Dad’s face was . . . (you guessed it) priceless.
Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5, GN)