Isn’t it looked upon, especially in our younger years, as a morbid time? We lose someone we loved, admired, and in a moment they were gone. We felt as though we had been robbed; our jewel of great worth has been dumped underground and all that I have left are memories. Even those memories will drift into obscurity, or close to it. I try at that moment to somehow, imbed and tuck them into a section of my brain.
During the last two weeks, a lady that I attended grade School with, and her son, were both welcomed into the presence of the Savior. On my last trip to Bermuda I spent a few minutes on several occasions with a guy that I knew from days prior to his Salvation; David reminded me that he was now 90 years of age. It was not too long after that, the Lord called him home. Three in the same family, all in short order. Many precious memories!
While I think of this extended family with which I spent many hours, I am regretful that I could not have been there, but the last has not been written or thought upon concerning their service for the Savior.
I have thought of the courage with which they have fought many difficulties. The solid faith through all of their troublesome times! The Apostle reminded the believers at Corinth in chapter 1:1 “I preached… you received… you stand!”
I can hear in faith, the echoes of a host of friends and relatives rejoicing… “If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all men most to be pitied. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ all will be made alive. The last enemy that will be abolished is death.” Hallelujah! (1 Corinthians 15:19, 22, 26)
Death is not defeat for us in Christ; it is victory; it is a prospect!