Oh death where is your victory?

Sad stories have grieved me this week. A life that seems too young was cut short. A husband whose age is too close for comfort received a dark diagnoses. A woman we visited less than a week ago, who smiled and talked about getting stronger, is suddenly gone.

Life is uncertain and death is appointed for everyone. The grave stings our hearts as we lay loved ones in the ground.

But for those in Christ Jesus, swimming in the rivers of His grace, death leads to life as surely as night gives way to day. And none of us left wiping away tears can even fathom the glory.

Eyes have not beheld it.  Ears have not heard the full story.  The full beauty and mystery of Heaven cannot be imagined.

We see through a darkened glass. A veil masks our vision. The unknown remains unknown until the day of our departure arrives. We wonder while we wait.

But we wait with hope. We anticipate our faith becoming sight. Tears will be wiped away. Pain will be erased. The Presence will be the light we crave. And we shall see Him as He is.

Jesus’ face will satisfy our questions. And it will be enough.

Sunday grace.

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