The other day, I had this vision. It was vivid and shocking.
As I walked through the cemetery, down the rows of tombstones so neatly in line, and as I passed by each marker, I could hear songs of rejoicing from some; screams for help from others. I lingered long at those stones that sang out with Hosanna! Hosanna! As for the others, a chill coursed through my veins. At those stones, I did not long remain. I looked at the name on the stone from which the mourning came and a tear fell from my eye.
For those who pleaded for help, for rescue….why was I so sad? Because I could do nothing to help them.
I’ve looked into the eyes of men soon to meet their God. In some, I’ve seen great anticipation, a shining brilliance as the Light of the World comes to carry them home. Other eyes stare in deep fear. They see the darkness closing in upon them.
Every day, I am so reminded that there is an end to life. Solomon summed it up so well in his Book of Wisdom, Ecclesiastes 3:1-2. “There is a time for everything…a time to be born and a time to die.”
So we might ask, “What about the in-between time?” Here’s what I think. It’s a time in which we prepare.
Life is short and there is indeed a purpose. That purpose is to worship God while we yet breathe. Then at the last, we can worship God when we breathe no longer.
One day, when I walk by your tombstone, what will I hear? Will loud Hosannas ring forth, or will a tear well up in my eye?
If you don’t know, or if you fear that blackness is closing in on you, please call me. I can do something now. I will share Jesus with you. He alone is the Light of the World.
Blessings to each of you this day,
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