Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people, but it seems the good, they die young
But I just looked around and he's gone.
~by Dick Holler
What a wonderful visit we had. I had driven down to Florida from Michigan to see my mother, and we spent the entire week connecting again with old black-and-white family photos, reminiscing over childhoods, upbringings, relatives long gone and what we could scramble up for the supper table.
We were at ease; our once huffed up spirits now lay flat as a well-made bed sheet. Gone was the stress, old wounds had healed and all was well. The white beaches of Pensacola welcomed our presence with lazy toe digging, lollygagging hours of opportunities together.
Time beckons and duty calls. Homeward bound, I headed north, pondering the precious moments we had bared our souls and shared our hearts. Genuine hugs and kisses assured us that my return visit in September was eagerly awaited. Oh, Lord, life was good!
Reality, through the ages...
If only I had known...
Mom died as I drove back home, killed instantly in an auto accident. How quickly life changes. "I would never see her again" played repeatedly in my mind. No more sharing old times, retelling family secrets... no more "little girl & mommy" hugs again. Mom was gone?
Thinking back to reality 2,000 years ago...
Losing loved ones has always been a regular occurrence. Death has always been a part of life. Eventually there’s a loss somewhere...and no more tomorrows?
True reality came to mind, a shocking day when many people suffered a terrible loss. I call it the “Last Supper” day.
The Master’s somber demeanor had been noted, but nothing close to what would transpire later in the day occured to them. They followed him from the upper room, cheerfully waved palm branches in his path, and laid down their robes as he entered the gates of Jerusalem. He was their Man of the hour. They loved him so; he loved them so.
"Jesus died this afternoon..."
"He was crucified..."
"He is dead."
"Oh my god! No!!! What am I going to do?"
"He was my best friend!"
"He raised my brother from his grave!"
"I had him over for supper."
"He cast out demons from my son’s body."
"He loved the children so dearly."
"Now he’s gone...he’s dead. No more tomorrows."
Or is there?!
Three days later he arose from the grave; He had overcome the curse of death!
Yes, He lives!
There are endless tomorrows for us to share with Him.
Forever and ever!
Praise the Lord!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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