Yesterday, my son and I were coming home from his preschool. In the midst of our ride, I got a message. Someone I’d known for a long time had passed away. After processing the news, I expressed my sadness. In the midst of my grief, my son spoke up and said, “Dad, don’t you remember that Jesus died.” In his mind, the fact that Jesus died makes death ok.
Maybe in death we are simply following Jesus.
My grandmother always feared death. Whenever the subject came up, she would cover her ears and make noises to drown everything out. A few years ago, my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia and has progressively gotten worse. After visiting her last month, I brought up someone who had died and realized that my grandmother didn’t fear death anymore. After a second of reasoning, it dawned on me that she had no idea what death was. In the midst of her sickness, she was saved from her fear of death.
Through our sickness, Jesus brings death to our fear.
Heaven always has a way of coming up at funerals. Great hope is placed in the great beyond. The problem is that we are not certain about any of it. We are simply casting up our highest hopes. The only thing we can be sure of is death.
So will we.
We can be certain of that.