O Death Where Is Your Sting?
31 August 2007
Today I went to the funeral of a man whose sons’ I knew better than him. It is always a humbling experience to be confronted with death, even if the loss was not a personal one. At one point, I was sitting in the pew thanking God for moments like these because it forces us to bring our lives back into true focus. The trivial cares and worries of my life faded off into the distance as thoughts of death and eternity erupted into the forefront of my mind. Death is something that can invade at anytime with no warning, and it leaves those left behind feeling helpless and dazed. The presiding pastor stood aloft in a high pulpit and wore a black robe which stood in stark contrast to the all white church building. He reminded us that in order for Christ to have victory over death, He had to first allow death to do its work on Him. For three short days it looked as if death had won, but with the resurrection of our Savior, death has permanently lost its sting. I left with a heavy yet refreshed heart, asking God to allow the reality of this day to continually do its work in my life.
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on September 1st, 2007 at 4:54 am
thanks Beau…I feel like I was sitting in the room there with you with your words that have so much imagery!
Solomon said it is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of laughter.