Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.”
My grandfather was ninety-three when she died. Her husband and three sons had gone before her, but she had never lost her radiant faith in God. She died on her couch with her well-worn Bible open on her lap.
The only real certainty in life is death. There is no question that we will die; the only question is how long we’ll live. And God has not promised us long life, but He has provided a way for us to meet death and face eternal life.
It always amazes me that a certainty like death is so overlooked by so many. People fall into denial even in the face of certain death. Some who have been diagnosed with fatal diseases will vehemently maintain there is nothing wrong with them.
Physical death seems so final, so frightening. For a non-Christian, death spells the end of any joyful experiences, of hope, the entrance into everlasting darkness. For the Christian, however, death is only the beginning-the beginning of an eternity we can’t begin to comprehend, the entrance into everlasting life.
Thought: I will bravely reflect today on my own inevitable death, looking to Christ’s death and resurrection and His promise of eternal life.