I'm writing today to ponder the loss of one's parents. A friend of mine who says he is an atheist, has lost his father. He is dealing with many things, and I would surmise most importantly, the notion or thought that he will never see his father again, following his line of thinking.
That's a terrible thought when I consider my mom being dead for twenty-four years now and my dad being gone twenty years. It would be even worse to visit their grave and think I would never see them again. I am thankful for the faith that gives me hope that I will see them. My mother will not be in a wheelchair. My friend's father will be able to breathe comfortably and restored to new life, I believe, because I believe he was a Christian. My father will be his old robust self, renewed to life eternal in a new body, ready to worship our Lord.
If there is no hope, we are of all men most miserable. Thanks be to God for that hope. I lift up my friend's family, and especially my friend without Christ, in this their hour of need.
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