This past Labor Day found us racing away from a relaxing visit to the zoo to dealing with the shock, grief, and preparation that comes with the passing of a dear, loved one. My grandpa, who lived an incredible 91 years, passed away in his home.
Death is something that we tend to fear, the death of others and especially our own death. I can honestly say that I’m not sure if I fear it or not. Unfortunately, the thought of death is usually only thrust upon us in times like these, when we’re least prepared for it. Although Grandpa was old, he was fairly independent and in pretty good health for his age.
My mind is inevitably drawn to thoughts of my own death. Will I be ready? Will I be afraid? I’d like to think that, knowing what I believe, I can be completely free of fear from death. But I’m not. I’m afraid of the unknown, for even though Scripture has told us much about what lies ahead, there are still so many questions. Continue Reading…