A long time ago, there was a time that death meant very little to me. Apart from being a word that very few were willing to discuss, it was something that had not really had any major impact in my life. Although an adult, death was impersonal for it had not really affected any of my close family or friends. The only funeral I had ever attended was when I was about 10 and it was not for a close friend. It is ironic that death always seems to enter a home when you least expect it and that is what this blog is about – A Tale of Two Deaths!
The rest of this blog can be read at The Desert Pastor!
Pilgrim
thejunglemissionary
Bill
abidingthroughgrace
Death is a hard pill to take. I think about it a lot because I am the only one in my family that is saved. My parents are still young but my mom has poor health and my father leads a reckless life so I know that they could die “before their time”. My children know that pap and grandma are not saved and we pray for their salvation. So unless they repent and are saved before their death we will mourn without hope. The intense pain of knowing they will be in hell and separated from God and us for eternity grips me at times and makes me almost have a panic attack. I won’t be able to comfort my children because there will be no comfort, they will not be in a better place!!! How do you face that reality?