Sometimes I’m taken aback by the reaction of Christians to the death of another believer. I don’t mean the normal sense of loss, grief, sadness and sympathy for the family and friends – those things I understand very, very well.
Those reactions are part of our human nature. We lose our mother, father, husband, child, friend, and we feel the dreadfully empty hole where they used to be.
No, what I’m talking about is the other regret they sometimes express, that now that person won’t have a chance to see another beautiful sunset, or see their grandchildren all grown up and successful, or experience the grandeur of a vacation in some spectacular place, even spiritual ones in a place like Israel.
As if those things are the very best God ever created and now those opportunities are gone forever.
As if death was the end of our lives.
If we…
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