A long time ago when I was a child,
maybe ten or twelve, my best friend and companion in mischief died of Scarlet
Fever. This was my first real experience with death. It seemed unreal to me
that someone I cared about so much, someone so young would stop living. I refused
to accept it. The day of the funeral came. Everyone was dressed to go except
for me. When Dad inquired why I wasn’t dressed, I finally confessed that I thought
that if I pretended my friend had not died all would be well.
Dad sat down next to me and among
other things he explained to me that we all die. Young or old we must all die.
From the moment we are born and begin to breath we begin to die. We should not
fear death, he explained. If we live our lives well, in honesty and truth we
will return to heaven from where we came. If we have done the best we can,
death can be a good thing.
That was a long time ago and I don’t
remember his exact words, but they made an impression on me. As Paul explains,
“For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ that every one may
receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it
be good or bad.” (2 Corinthians 5:10)
While in this mortal body things
happen that are good, bad, painful, unfair, horrible, wonderful and glorious.
There is a purpose for our being here and for each of us that purpose is
different. The scriptures tell us that we each have different gifts that we may
bring to pass the purpose of God. The point I want to make here is that there
is a purpose to our lives and at some point we will return to give accounting
for what we have done in this body we were given.
We need not fear neither man, nor
demon if we walk in faith, believing then knowing that God lives. If we know this then God knows us and will
welcome us home when our work here is done – “For we walk by faith not by
sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
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