Death,
for a saint of the Most High God, is merely stepping through the door
connecting time to eternity... into the waiting arms of our Lord. Death is
never a defeat or a loss for the sovereign God takes His children home at a
time, place and way of His choosing. Only our Lord and Savior has conquered
death... has put death in its grave. Only our Lord has the keys to death...
only our Lord.
Yes, we
pray for the healing God to heal, the protecting God to protect, the providing
God to provide, but sometimes God has other plans... as testified by Paul. God
doesn't make all things good… God makes good from all things (J. Chandler). Death
is the destiny of all human kind, and saints are appointed to die once, so...
unless we FLY, we will die. When God intervenes with healing or some
supernatural intervention that allows a saint to escape death we should
rejoice, but when He takes a saint home we should rejoice much more... with joy
unspeakable. We make far too much out of the time, place and way of
death... “The secret things belong to
God.”
The
powers of darkness are soundly defeated every time a saint goes home -- regardless
of when, where or how – for their fate is irreversibly set, their doom is
sealed, their only solace, however meager, is how much company they will have
with them in their eternal torment. The cross did not take the life of our
Lord, He lay His own life down. God is sovereign: Scripture states no sparrow
falls to the ground without the Father’s knowledge and consent; they are not
forgotten, uncared for or neglected for they are in the sight, literally the presence,
of God. And this must of necessity apply
to man, for we “are of more value than many sparrows.” God, and only God, can authorize
the passage of a saint’s soul and spirit through the doorway of time into eternity.
Death for a saint is simply God calling them home to be with Him: God lays
their physical body down to await the resurrection, and welcomes their soul and
spirit into His eternal presence. No, there is no victory for the powers of
darkness in a saint’s death, only resounding defeat...
And
we who are alive and remain: In our humanity we suffer the loss of a cherished
loved one... we will miss them, but in our Blessed Hope we rejoice with an
innumerable company of angels, with the festal gathering of the general
assembly and church of the First Born... for another saint has gone home...
GOD DOESN'T
MAKE ALL THINGS GOOD…
GOD MAKES GOOD
FROM ALL THINGS…
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