Over these last couple of years, with a pandemic sweeping the globe, many people have died. And many people, even God’s people, have lived in fear of dying. But fear of dying should never enter our minds.
I remember watching my father die in his hospital bed. Complications arising out of his diabetes took him at age 74. He was pale, barely breathing … then the death rattle shook him as his body fought for life. Then … nothing. He was gone.
It’s a very sobering thing indeed to watch somebody die because the inevitability of our mortality is seared on your heart – you realise that one day that will be you with an absolute, one hundred percent degree of certainty.
That leads us into the fifth verse of the hymn, It is Well With My Soul, written by a man, Horatio Spafford, who’d lost not only his worldly wealth and success, but all five of his children:
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And it’s for that reason that the one who believes upon Jesus, who holds with their very life to the truth that Jesus paid for our sins on that cross, can live in certain hope of glory beyond the grave – an eternity with Jesus – because one day …listen to me …one day, He’s coming back. But don’t just take my word for it. Don’t just take Horatio’s word for it.
1 Thessalonians 4:16 The Lord himself will come down from heaven with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. And the people who have died and were in Christ will rise first.
That’s God’s Word. Fresh … for you … today.