Lately there have been lots of sudden funerals....Lots of shocked people...lots of tears...
lots of "what happened?"...lots of remember whens.
This afternoon I am going to a funeral of a boy I grew up and graduated with. I came across some words from Max Lucado...that were pretty timely.
"Finally, the moment! Can you envision it?
Heaven! We’re about to enter His presence!
We may even surprise the angels.
Angels are making the music. The music is like none we’ve ever heard. Suddenly, silence. Now, light—blinding light—as the Maestro steps into view.
Soon God, the Author of Life and Composer of Hope, will speak our name—a name so mysterious and full o promise that only He knows it. It is our name—a new name—a name totally our own to be ours alone for all the days we spend in Heaven.
. . . our highest hope.
It’s the end of the journey.
It’s the moment you don’t want to miss."
In His Dust,