“The pains of death surrounded me, and the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow. Then I called upon the name of the Lord; ‘O Lord, I implore you, deliver my soul!’ Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; Yes, our God is merciful. The Lord preserves the simple; I was brought low, and He saved me. … For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. … Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints” (Psalm 116:3-6, 8, 15 NKJV).
As I visited a family suffering from the death of a newborn child, I wrestled once again with this passage, especially with the oft-quoted verse, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” Continue reading “The Lord’s treasures”
My great aunt’s recent passing opens a door of reflection. I’ve reached the age where most of those who came before me are gone. Shadows fall on their empty chairs. It’s the way of time and fragility (Hebrews 9:27).
Continue reading “Reflections on aging and family”
We arrived in my parents’ city last Tuesday, from Brazil. We went directly to the hospital, where my dad had worked for 34 years. Where I was born and, at 17, had undergone surgery. Where my grandfather gave up his last breath, missing the age of 100 by a month. Continue reading “How to pray when a loved one faces death”
“A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children …” (Proverbs 13:22).
On the same day that I learned my father was being handed over to the loving care of Hospice, I also learned I would have a grandson. Continue reading “In tribute”
Over the past two weeks I’ve attended two funerals. The first was a young man who I was privileged to study with after he became a Christian around 10-15 years ago. He was a smart, enthusiastic young man who wanted to serve Jesus. Sadly, he lost his way and took an overdose, as he could not see any reason to continue living.
The second funeral was a woman in her 70s. She, too, became a Christian when she was young along with her husband. She and her husband had several children. Many of these became Christians and are still faithful today along with their spouses. Sadly, she was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago and later had a stroke and pneumonia.
Both funerals were packed with those who mourned the loss of their family and friends. It is not my desire to compare their lives – I am content to leave them in the hands of a just and loving God. Continue reading “Victory over death”
“But thanks be to God that though you were slaves to sin, you obeyed from the heart that pattern of teaching you were entrusted to, and having been freed from sin, you became enslaved to righteousness” (Romans 8:17-18 NET).
The picture the apostle Paul gives us of our lives before becoming a Christian was that we were a slave – we were slaves to sin. The word slavery brings to mind all sorts of negative thoughts due to the history of slavery in the Western World, particularly in the 1800s. A slave was a person who served someone else – totally. What they said to do they had to do, where they said to go they had to go. They served a master who might be cruel or who might be lenient, depending on how he felt. Continue reading “Freed to be a slave”
Come join your family this Sunday. Continue reading Till we meet again
Death is not a subject to be avoided, but trumpeted! Continue reading To be like him in his death
We love those we love but we cannot overlook the legacy of God’s people Continue reading Loved but not lost