ramblings of the mc

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What a strange reality this life is. One minute youre laughing with your friends wondering how life could get any better; the next minute those same friends gather around your grave to pay their last respects, left to wonder and to hope and to pray that you had everything squared away with your Creator.

I have been touched by death for the first time in my adult life. I found myself refusing to deal with it; numb to the reality. I was at the visitation. I was at the funeral. I hugged my family and my friends and wiped their tears, but now I find myself coming face to face with it myself, for the first time, in a church bulletin.

It’s just one of those things that happens in life, right? We’ve all been there, right? True it may be, but the sting doesn’t lessen with that knowledge. It has been my experience that nothing anybody says makes me feel any better; no amount of well-meaning cards or even hugs changes anything that has taken place. That is an unfortunate fact. Something that does bring a smile to my face, however, is the knowledge that a relationship with Jesus changes everything. Satan might have stolen Marcy McCaghren’s life, but he couldnt touch her heart. He might have taken her breath, but he could never take her soul. As a child of the Mighty King, her soul was laid up well before her body ever was.

So we cry now. Or maybe we don’t. But we deal with it somehow, now with the all too real awareness of the fact that life as we know it is not permanent. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, I hear the songs of angels. And I hear Marcy, almost as a whisper…

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.”

And I see a loving Father, the same one who ran out to meet his prodigal son, wrap his daughter into his arms for the first time. No tears. And I hear another voice say,

“Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on. Blessed indeed, says the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.”

Blessed indeed.