For two days my focus has been with Dad Catalano (my father
in law) as his body is failing. The strong
hands that could take some pine boards and make a beautiful table lie folded, occasionally
feebly moving in slow waves. Mostly quiet, there are moments when he mutters
unintelligibly though I smiled when advised me, clearly and out of nowhere, to ‘Buy
a Maytag. They last forever.’ His pastor
visited yesterday and we sang, “Blessed
Assurance” at Dad’s bedside. My heart broke in that moment. Mostly, I think
of eternity as I wait and watch. What drama is swirling in the spiritual realms
around us? Do angels stand guard to take him home? Surely the Presence of the
Spirit is near, that much I know. As Dad travels through the valley of the shadow of death we are
assured that the Lord is with him.
The Psalm teaches us to sing thus. "I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he
heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as
long as I live. The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came
upon me; I was overcome by trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the
Lord: “O Lord, save me!” The Lord is gracious and righteous; our God is full of
compassion. The Lord protects the simplehearted; when I was in great need, he
saved me." (Psalm 116:1-6, NIV) And then this line - "Precious in the sight of
the Lord is the death of his saints." (Psalm 116:15, NIV)
Death can be a time of ultimate abandonment, when the sheer
terror of it, the irresistible pull of the living into the chasm of death, causes
people to turn away from the dying, to shrink into a protective shell. But not
for those who walk with God. He is not put off by the ugliness of death, He cares
and engages and loves even in that
moment. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." Yes, as ugly as death looks from our side of the
doorway to eternity, for our loving Father it is a treasured moment when
He readies us to know Him fully, to enjoy His Presence in ways that defy our
imagination. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."
This is yet another reason to live near to the heart of God,
as one of His treasured possessions. We are made His children by His grace
gift, our forgiveness and reconciliation secured by the promise of Jesus who
died that we might live. Sainthood is a daily way of life. Do not be misled to
think it is only the hope of a few super-Christians. You and I are called to be saints! Paul tells
us that we are "loved by God and
called to be saints: Grace and peace to you from God our Father and from the
Lord Jesus Christ." (Romans 1:7, NIV) That means we find our purpose
in loving Him, choose to obey the Spirit’s direction, and make our day to day
choices guided by the Holy Spirit. Max
Lucado asks this: “If today were your
last, would you do what you’re doing? Or would you love more, give more,
forgive more? Then do so! Forgive and give as if it were your last opportunity.
Love like there’s no tomorrow, and if tomorrow comes, love again.”
In this, we are saints. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."
In this, we are saints. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."
The process of death is hard, ugly, ripping away that person
we love. But, in Christ and His salvation we can live in great hope. This grand
declaration is our word from the Word.
Hear it and live ready to be welcomed home, a saint. “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O
death, is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the
law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus
Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always
give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor
in the Lord is not in vain." (1 Corinthians 15:55-58, NIV)
__________
Blessed Assurance
Blessed assurance
Jesus is mine
O what a foretaste of
glory divine
Heir of salvation
purchase of God
Born of His Spirit
washed in His blood
Perfect submission
perfect delight
Visions of rapture now
burst on my sight
Angels descending
bring from above
Echoes of mercy
whispers of love
Perfect submission all is at rest
I in my Savior am
happy and blest
Watching and waiting
looking above
Filled with His
goodness lost in His love
This is my story this is my song
Praising my Savior all
the day long
This is my story this
is my song
Praising my Savior all
the day long
Fanny Jane Crosby
© Words: Public Domain
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