With Jesus
This morning when I woke up, I did not pray for our terminally ill granddaughter as I have been doing. She is healed and happy—in Jesus’ arms, as of yesterday noon. I am deeply grateful for this assurance that she is no longer suffering, either here in her cancer-ravaged body or in some netherworld. My confidence is based on two things:
1) God’s promise of total and complete forgiveness for those who turn over their lives to Him and trust Jesus’ sacrifice to save them from the punishment we all deserve for our sins. (And yes, my sweet Emmeline was a sinner too.)
2) We have a note from Emmeline’s parents, dated April 2008, saying how she had made this decision to ask Jesus into her life. And her life bore out the character and Christ-likeness that He produced in her. She was a blessing to many.
O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?
For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.
So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless. (1 Corinthians 15:55-58)