I’ve only written about death once that I can recall.
Why would I, right?
No one wants to dwell on the subject.
The reality is, I’ve had a personal reason for avoiding the topic.
I live away from my (now extended) family. I have for quite some time. And the fear of getting that dreaded phone call from home plagued me for many years.
I can atill hear the agonizing cries of a college peer who received that call from Nigeria. I couldn’t imagine making that 24 hour journey home knowing that your mother wouldn’t be there to greet you.
My heart broke for her and fear slipped in.
Years later, life took me even farther away from my parents, and thoughts of what-ifs constantly traversed my mind.
I tried forcing the them away. Every time they would creep in, I’d steer my mind in a different direction. But the fear still lingered.
Until I read Psalm 116:1 , “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.”
My parents have probably been the biggest human influences in my life, and I love them dearly. But the reality is God loves them even more.
As a younger person, my fear of losing my parents stemmed from the fear of being left alone. But the reality is God loves me even more than my parents. ““I will not leave you orphaned…” John 14:18 NRSV
What’s my point?
I had to come to terms with the fact that death is inevitable. “And as it is appointed unto men once to die…” Hebrews 9:27 KJV
But I don’t dwell on it. Instead, I focus on the time we have together. My parents have been blessed to live past the age of theeescore and ten, and I cherish that. “We can expect seventy years, or maybe eighty, if we are healthy…” Psalms 90:10 CEV
While not perfect, they have been good examples of living faith-based lives. I know their goal is heaven, so I do not worry about their final destination. I just pray that God keeps them faithful.
Covid-19 has made it a bit more challenging with closed borders and lack of flights. But I thank God for the advancements in technology that allows me to remain close to them in every way but physically.
I have no idea when I will see them in person again or if I ever will. But if it doesn’t happen in the here and now, the plan is to meet on the streets of gold. “…and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.”
Revelation 21:21 KJV
You know, as comforted as I am by the scripture, writing this still brings tears to my eyes. But it also brings to mind how God must feel about mankind’s separation from Him.
If I feel pain at the thought of losing my parents, how pained He must be about the human race being lost; about our continued sin and rejection of Him.
Thankfully, He has made a way for us to find our way back to Him.
All is not lost.
It is Christ’s sacrifice that assures us that our separation from God doesn’t have to be eternal.
And this same sacrifice assures me that my physical separation from my parents will not be forever.
I don’t know about you, but I am thankful for the hope that the cross and resurrection gives.
“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.” 1 Thessalonians 4:16 KJV