Tuesday's slice of bread

A weekly post premised on this: Whoever gives thought to the word will discover good, and blessed is he who trusts in the Lord (Prov. 16:20)

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

In memoriam

I had planned to post these today, one because a dear friend is facing the death of her grandson, the other because other friends just buried a father. But given the events at Virginia Tech yesterday, let these stand for those as well who died in the Lord.

On the death of those younger: it seems like tragedy

Hearing of the homegoing,
Unexpected but to God
Our lives measured
Determined each its span
Illness or accident
Swift or extended
Short or short the life
By memory extended
Let us mourn, in grief rejoice
For one so young so soon hears God's voice
Enters joyful into heaven
Let our mourning joyful be
And homegoing crave for you and me
Should our years the Lord extend
A glorious entrance our desired end.

Memorial: Death Brings Life Eternal

Death comes, death claims, death alters our lives
And yet,
And yet, the alteration experienced by believers such as
Our fathers
For our fathers
Far outweigh our sorrow as they know
The eternal weight of glory of which Paul wrote,
One "far beyond all comparison...the things which are not seen are eternal."
So we, in this time we now have, look at this:
For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven; inasmuch as we, having put it on, shall not be found naked. For indeed, while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened, because we do not want to be unclothed, but to be clothed, in order that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.
And going back to what Paul wrote prior to that:
Therefore, we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being newed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory, far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
[2 Corinthians 4:16-5:4]
Some day, reunited, we shall be delighted, as
Neither death nor time shall be any more,
We all pass through heaven's door.

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Blogger The Resident Writer said...

This was nice to read today, feeling overwhelmed that my friend has an aggressive cancer.

8:43 PM  

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