A few weeks ago, a girl who graduated from my high school dropped dead from an aneurysm. She was 33.
About a month ago, a friend of a friend suffered from a heart attack and died. He was 31.
I hate death. It’s (most of the time) unexpected. It’s inconvenient. It’s permanent. It’s the unknown.
No one is exempt. Even God, in bodily form as Jesus, suffered death.
And yet what a beautiful thought to know that that’s not the end of the story – for Him or for us.
Jesus may have died, but death did not win. He rose again three days later in glorious victory! And He has prepared a place for us to spend eternity with Him when we die.
“Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:38-39