Funeral Devotion.
I saw a punk kid wearing a shirt one time that said "Put the fun back in funeral." I guess it was a subtle way of mocking death and extolling the greatness of youth. I found it offensive back then. I was working on a funeral sermon, this morning for Lettie Cherry. She turned 93 back on July 8th. She had broken her foot and was in a nursing home. She then had a massive stroke and went to be with the Lord on Wednesday this week. She was full of life even through mostly confined to a chair. As I checked my email I got this devotion from Max Lucado. It speaks of the beauty and the joy of death. It blessed me and hopefully will bless and comfort the family of Lettie Cherry today.
FromWhen Death Becomes Birth
by Max LucadoYou live one final breath from your own funeral.
Which, from God's perspective, is nothing to grieve. He responds to these grave facts with this great news: "The day you die is better than the day you are born" (Eccles. 7:1). Now there is a twist. Heaven enjoys a maternity-ward reaction to funerals. Angels watch body burials the same way grandparents monitor delivery-room doors. "He'll be coming through any minute!" They can't wait to see the new arrival. While we're driving hearses and wearing black, they're hanging pink and blue streamers and passing out cigars. We don't grieve when babies enter the world. The hosts of heaven don't weep when we leave it.
Oh, but many of us weep at the thought of death. Do you? Do you dread your death? And is your dread of death robbing your joy of life?
Jesus came to "deliver those who have lived all their lives as slaves to the fear of dying" (Heb. 2:15).
Your death may surprise you and sadden others, but heaven knows no untimely death: "You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed" (Ps. 139:16).
Dread of death ends when you know heaven is your true home. In all my air travels I've never seen one passenger weep when the plane landed. Never. No one clings to the armrests and begs, "Don't make me leave. Don't make me leave. Let me stay and eat more peanuts." We're willing to exit because the plane has no permanent mailing address. Nor does this world. "But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior" (Phil. 3:20).
Why don't you do this: give God your death. Imagine your last breath, envision your final minutes, and offer them to him. Deliberately. Regularly. "Lord, I receive your work on the cross and in your resurrection. I entrust you with my departure from earth." With Christ as your friend and heaven as your home, the day of death becomes sweeter than the day of birth.
Come Thirsty © (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2004) Max Lucado
Pray for Lettie's Family, Pastor Phillip
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