To live well is a good thing, to die well is even better.
Over the weekend I had the priviledge of sharing in the final hours in the life of one of Gods' children and it was a time I will never forget. She was surrounded by people who shared her love for Jesus and who though sad had a sense of hope and peace that we will meet again.
Wendy's last days were a testimony to the love she had for her Saviour, Lord and God. Her thoughts were of others and how they to might know the incredible love of the Lord Jesus Christ.
The death of Wendy has reminded me of funerals that I have been to where there was no hope. Where people put on a brave face, made lovely tributes, tried to joke and laugh, but where there was a sense of finality about death.
The scriptures tell us that death is but the end of our life on earth, that for those that love and follow Jesus that it is the entry door into eternity. And it is this hope that takes the victory out of the hands of death and places it back into the hands of believers.
Is this just the hope of a people who cannot face the ultimate reality of death? No, I don't believe so.
There is a song that has a line "my redeemer lives", this is the hope of us who follow in the footsteps of Jesus Christ. Jesus, who history tells us was the greatest of all moral teachers, was also the one that paid for my sin on the cross of calvary and who was raised from death to prove that death is not the end.
Jesus lives and so my hope of life eternal is secure and one day I will meet face to face those who died in faith before me.
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