Q: When does a runner know he’s lost the race? A: Defeet dey hurt
That’s a bad joke but it is my grandmother’s joke. And yesterday morning she slipped the steely bonds of earth and touched the face of God.
Many say when one has passed through the gates of glory that they were or she was. But that is not so. She is. For she is with Christ our Lord.
I have stood at too many gravesides this last year. I have read/quoted Psalm 23 too many times with people on their death bed. I am tired of death. I am tired of the grief. I am tired of the tears and broken hearts. I am tired.
But what I am not tired of is hearing of the promise of the resurrection.
I declare to you, brothers, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed– in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:50-56
These words have never Been so true to me now.
Nor have these
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” John 11:25, 26
I hate death. I love life. I look forward to life everlasting with my savior