Oh death where is your victory?
Sad stories have grieved me this week. A life that seems too young was cut short. A husband whose age is too close for comfort received a dark diagnoses. A woman we visited less than a week ago, who smiled and talked about getting stronger, is suddenly gone.
Life is uncertain and death is appointed for everyone. The grave stings our hearts as we lay loved ones in the ground.
But for those in Christ Jesus, swimming in the rivers of His grace, death leads to life as surely as night gives way to day. And none of us left wiping away tears can even fathom the glory.
Eyes have not beheld it. Ears have not heard the full story. The full beauty and mystery of Heaven cannot be imagined.
We see through a darkened glass. A veil masks our vision. The unknown remains unknown until the day of our departure arrives. We wonder while we wait.
But we wait with hope. We anticipate our faith becoming sight. Tears will be wiped away. Pain will be erased. The Presence will be the light we crave. And we shall see Him as He is.
Jesus’ face will satisfy our questions. And it will be enough.
On a snowy day when thoughts of staying warm and safe are primary, I have extra time to sit quietly and peruse some of my favorite books.
Let me share a good read with you this morning.
“We are not citizens of this world trying to make our way to Heaven; we are citizens of Heaven trying to make our way through this world.
That radical Christian insight can be life-changing. We are not to live so as to earn God’s love, inherit Heaven, and purchase our salvation.
All those are given to us as gifts; gifts bought by Jesus on the cross and handed over to us. We are to live as God’s redeemed, as heirs of Heaven, and as citizens of another land; the Kingom of God . . .
We live as those who are on a journey home; a home we know will have the lights on and the door open and our Father waiting for us when we arrive. That means in all adversity our worship of God is joyful, our life is hopeful, our future is secure. There is nothing we can lose on earth that can rob us of the treasures God has given us and will give us.”
— The Landisfarne, via The Anglican Digest (from Patches of Godlight by Jan Karon)
This world is not our home friends. No wonder we don’t feel comfortable here. We look for a city not built by hands, but we look for one prepared for us by God our Father himself.
Travel on. Be strong and courageous. Walk with your eyes looking heavenward. The end will be better than the beginning.
Photos by Elena Walls