A handful of these lovely folks left for other places – kids' houses, or assisted living facilities, or their current homes. But most have escaped this earthly veil entirely, many of them to the eternal life that Jesus promised all who repent and trust in Him.
I went through my list slowly, thinking about how much I’ve missed each one, realizing anew that I will surely be seeing this one and that one again when I die. Maybe there are even ever-changing welcoming committees in heaven, so that every believer is greeted by the brothers and sisters in Christ whom he knew and loved on earth.
What a happy thought that is – one that makes the prospect of death’s process even less frightening, since these friends have all been through it and emerged whole, healthy and joyful forevermore.
Of course, the most overwhelming sight will be of Jesus Himself – “the One who died for me,” as Jimmie Davis wrote in the beautiful gospel hymn “I Bowed on My Knee and Cried Holy.” After all, as the apostle Paul assured believers in 2 Corinthians 5:8, to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.
But how wonderful it will be to see all these well-loved friends once again, rejoicing in “the glorious liberty of the children of God.”
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