We’re with our extended family and most of our children for a long overdue reunion/get-together to make family memories. My father’s health grows increasingly problematic, and we’re trying to spend quality time with him while he’s still able to enjoy these moments with us.
It’s bittersweet this weekend, a time of joy at having so many of us together, yet a time of sadness considering that my father’s, and all of our days, are numbered here on this earth. We all move on to an eternity either with or without Jesus, a cause for somber reflection on where we’re headed.
May this holiday bring to mind all of those who have gone before us. In our family, we memorialize all of the dearly departed, not only those who served our nation honorably, but also all of those who have left us and crossed to the other side. I always think of deceased family members who impacted us with their lives, no matter how brief.
May this also be a time to seriously consider our own mortality and our relationship with God, who freely offered Himself to restore us.
Jesus said to Martha, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is come into the world.”