“When I die, Karen gets my amount of Social Security.” My husband was talking to some co-workers recently as he returned some keys he’d been using for parking meter collection.
One of them frowned. “Oh, don’t talk like that.”
“Why not? It’s gonna happen.” Jerry laughed on his way out the door.
He recounted the conversation to me as we walked to work the next day. “I think she thought I was being morbid.”
I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “It’s just realistic. So many people are ‘subject to slavery all their lives’ (Heb 2:15) because of their fear of death.”
The anticipation of walking with Jesus through death’s door gives us such freedom. We need not fear if we’ve done enough. I just read a religious woman’s obituary. It was said of her that “all assignments were completed without fail.”
No one completes all life’s assignments without fail, but Jesus did. And he lets us stand in his perfection. Clothed in his clean robes, we get a pass. Glory. What’s to fear?
“For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him.” 1 Thessalonians 5:9-10
Jesus, thanks never seems like enough for the glorious future you have planned.
We try to capture those feelings, in our American foodie culture, by celebrating with “good friends, good music, and good food.” I love a good party with interesting conversation and good food. And yet, those gatherings are only foretaste of the wedding supper of the Lamb, hosted by the Lord of Hosts.