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April 29, 2013
Where Was God?
With all the tragedies that have been happening lately, I have been hearing people asking that age old question--"Where Was God?"
I used to ask the same question whenever something horrible happened. It never did make sense to me that God who is Love personified would not intervene and prevent tragedies from happening.
Well, that was until I got a revelation.
God has given each of us the right to choose between what is right and what is wrong. He will never force His choice on us. Like as if that is not enough; like a true gentleman, He also seeks to be invited into our lives and our day to day activities. This in essence unlocks His divine provision and protection over us.
I had never thought of it that way, until I realised that this same principle was being applied both in my earlier school days.
You see; we began our days with a School Prayer and School Anthem, the latter was usually loosely based on scriptures from the Bible about protection, provision and the supply of wisdom and knowledge. During assemblies, we would even sing hymns. I did not realise at the time that we were inviting God to be in the midst of each and every activity we would be engaging in during that day. We were in effect creating a fire hedge of protection around us. We had divine protection throughout that day. We had called on His presence.
Wouldn't it be wise to apply the same principle to all areas of our lives, be they public or private?
And if that is the case, is it really fair then to ask where He was when He was clearly not invited in the first place?
I hope that does not seem callous, but even I would not show up uninvited to an occasion.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
I used to ask the same question whenever something horrible happened. It never did make sense to me that God who is Love personified would not intervene and prevent tragedies from happening.
Well, that was until I got a revelation.
God has given each of us the right to choose between what is right and what is wrong. He will never force His choice on us. Like as if that is not enough; like a true gentleman, He also seeks to be invited into our lives and our day to day activities. This in essence unlocks His divine provision and protection over us.
I had never thought of it that way, until I realised that this same principle was being applied both in my earlier school days.
You see; we began our days with a School Prayer and School Anthem, the latter was usually loosely based on scriptures from the Bible about protection, provision and the supply of wisdom and knowledge. During assemblies, we would even sing hymns. I did not realise at the time that we were inviting God to be in the midst of each and every activity we would be engaging in during that day. We were in effect creating a fire hedge of protection around us. We had divine protection throughout that day. We had called on His presence.
Wouldn't it be wise to apply the same principle to all areas of our lives, be they public or private?
And if that is the case, is it really fair then to ask where He was when He was clearly not invited in the first place?
I hope that does not seem callous, but even I would not show up uninvited to an occasion.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
April 24, 2013
Could it be that I am being haunted by my past?
I wouldn't say that I am even close to being superstitious. After all, I am the one who opens umbrellas inside the house. When I spill salt, I simply clean it up. I have even met quite a few black cats in my lifetime.
Of late, however, I have been struck by an unusual feeling of a repetitiveness of events in my life. I find that I even read stories off the newspaper that seem to be repeated headlines from the past. I could swear that the people interviewed are familiar acquaintances and even the events appear to be nothing particularly new to me. I have even found myself suffering from that why-is-that-surprising-to-you syndrome.
I don't mean to sound spooky, in fact I have had this rather awkward conversation with someone logical. Her response was surprisingly not that different from what I was beginning to conclude myself. She simply stated that there is just too much of the same nonsense and insanity across the world for one to differentiate; it seems, between what has happened and what may or less be in our minds.
I will admit my theory is a little quirky, but none-the-less here it is.
Remember how in Jeremiah 1:5 God states, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you...".
If this applies to all of us, of which I am certain is the case, could it just be (and forgive my over imaginative mind) that we witnessed all the absurdity of mankind that we read about in the Bible? Could it be that when certain events happen down here on earth, the spirit in us grieves because it is a reminder of what was and sadly continues to be the story of mankind?
If you think that this is wacky logic, consider this for a second.
I remember taking a course in Biology during which the Professor once alluded to what we know as the primitive gene. He went on to state that the evidence of this primitive gene is apparent in the amazement and warm feeling inside that we each experience at the sight of a warm fire on a cold night. Biologists believe that at that moment we are actually experiencing what the the first man who lit the first fire felt like at the sight of those sparks of fire.
Since I believe that science is merely a means by which God's greatness is revealed and that any well-proven theories are nothing but a statement of the obvious (maybe not to man, but to God anyway), could one apply this then to any apparent déjà vu?
Just think about it.
I think that is enough theorising for one day.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Of late, however, I have been struck by an unusual feeling of a repetitiveness of events in my life. I find that I even read stories off the newspaper that seem to be repeated headlines from the past. I could swear that the people interviewed are familiar acquaintances and even the events appear to be nothing particularly new to me. I have even found myself suffering from that why-is-that-surprising-to-you syndrome.
I don't mean to sound spooky, in fact I have had this rather awkward conversation with someone logical. Her response was surprisingly not that different from what I was beginning to conclude myself. She simply stated that there is just too much of the same nonsense and insanity across the world for one to differentiate; it seems, between what has happened and what may or less be in our minds.
I will admit my theory is a little quirky, but none-the-less here it is.
Remember how in Jeremiah 1:5 God states, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you...".
If this applies to all of us, of which I am certain is the case, could it just be (and forgive my over imaginative mind) that we witnessed all the absurdity of mankind that we read about in the Bible? Could it be that when certain events happen down here on earth, the spirit in us grieves because it is a reminder of what was and sadly continues to be the story of mankind?
If you think that this is wacky logic, consider this for a second.
I remember taking a course in Biology during which the Professor once alluded to what we know as the primitive gene. He went on to state that the evidence of this primitive gene is apparent in the amazement and warm feeling inside that we each experience at the sight of a warm fire on a cold night. Biologists believe that at that moment we are actually experiencing what the the first man who lit the first fire felt like at the sight of those sparks of fire.
Since I believe that science is merely a means by which God's greatness is revealed and that any well-proven theories are nothing but a statement of the obvious (maybe not to man, but to God anyway), could one apply this then to any apparent déjà vu?
Just think about it.
I think that is enough theorising for one day.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Could it be that I am being haunted by my past?
I wouldn't say that I am even close to being superstitious. After all, I am the one who opens umbrellas inside the house. When I spill salt, I simply clean it up. I have even met quite a few black cats in my lifetime.
Of late, however, I have been struck by an unusual feeling of a repetitiveness of events in my life. I find that I even read stories off the newspaper that seem to be repeated headlines from the past. I could swear that the people interviewed are familiar acquaintances and even the events appear to be nothing particularly new to me. I have even found myself suffering from that why-is-that-surprising-to-you syndrome.
I don't mean to sound spooky, in fact I have had this rather awkward conversation with someone logical. Her response was surprisingly not that different from what I was beginning to conclude myself. She simply stated that there is just too much of the same nonsense and insanity across the world for one to differentiate; it seems, between what has happened and what may or less be in our minds.
I will admit my theory is a little quirky, but none-the-less here it is.
Remember how in Jeremiah 1:5 God states, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you...".
If this applies to all of us, of which I am certain is the case, could it just be (and forgive my over imaginative mind) that we witnessed all the absurdity of mankind that we read about in the Bible? Could it be that when certain events happen down here on earth, the spirit in us grieves because it is a reminder of what was and sadly continues to be the story of mankind?
If you think that this is wacky logic, consider this for a second.
I remember taking a course in Biology during which the Professor once alluded to what we know as the primitive gene. He went on to state that the evidence of this primitive gene is apparent in the amazement and warm feeling inside that we each experience at the sight of a warm fire on a cold night. Biologists believe that at that moment we are actually experiencing what the the first man who lit the first fire felt like at the sight of those sparks of fire.
Since I believe that science is merely a means by which God's greatness is revealed and that any well-proven theories are nothing but a statement of the obvious (maybe not to man, but to God anyway), could one apply this then to any apparent déjà vu?
Just think about it.
I think that is enough theorising for one day.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Of late, however, I have been struck by an unusual feeling of a repetitiveness of events in my life. I find that I even read stories off the newspaper that seem to be repeated headlines from the past. I could swear that the people interviewed are familiar acquaintances and even the events appear to be nothing particularly new to me. I have even found myself suffering from that why-is-that-surprising-to-you syndrome.
I don't mean to sound spooky, in fact I have had this rather awkward conversation with someone logical. Her response was surprisingly not that different from what I was beginning to conclude myself. She simply stated that there is just too much of the same nonsense and insanity across the world for one to differentiate; it seems, between what has happened and what may or less be in our minds.
I will admit my theory is a little quirky, but none-the-less here it is.
Remember how in Jeremiah 1:5 God states, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you...".
If this applies to all of us, of which I am certain is the case, could it just be (and forgive my over imaginative mind) that we witnessed all the absurdity of mankind that we read about in the Bible? Could it be that when certain events happen down here on earth, the spirit in us grieves because it is a reminder of what was and sadly continues to be the story of mankind?
If you think that this is wacky logic, consider this for a second.
I remember taking a course in Biology during which the Professor once alluded to what we know as the primitive gene. He went on to state that the evidence of this primitive gene is apparent in the amazement and warm feeling inside that we each experience at the sight of a warm fire on a cold night. Biologists believe that at that moment we are actually experiencing what the the first man who lit the first fire felt like at the sight of those sparks of fire.
Since I believe that science is merely a means by which God's greatness is revealed and that any well-proven theories are nothing but a statement of the obvious (maybe not to man, but to God anyway), could one apply this then to any apparent déjà vu?
Just think about it.
I think that is enough theorising for one day.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Psalm 91
Do you know that feeling you get when you are hit by a revelation in the least favourable situation?
For me, that happened following an incident last year around June. The details are a little still painful for me to get into, but I can say now what I couldn't say then. And that is that it was well worth it.
The first part of that revelation was that I spend too much time fighting my visible enemies, and not enough time defending myself against my invisible enemies.
The second part of that revelation pointed me towards the realisation that nothing written in the Bible is to be taken for granted. I realised at that moment the importance of putting on the armour of God and creating a fire hedge around us and our loved ones that no enemy fiery darts can penetrate.
It is during this time that I took it upon myself to start to memorise Moses' Psalm 91. It is an incredibly powerful Psalm that I feel applies to each and every major attack that we or our loved ones could ever face.
As I look at the world today through the lens of our media, I cannot help but see a lot of what I am forewarned about in the Bible. I don't think that one has to be a woman to be affected by the dehumanising stories of the gang rapes in India nor do you have to be a loved one affected by the recent cowardly act of terrorism in Boston, to see much of what 2 Timothy 3 talks about.
My honest prayer is that we will all come to full knowledge of the power that comes in speaking forth God's words of protection over us and our loved ones.
Please continue to pray with me for the people of Boston and especially the loved ones of the victims of this heartless attack.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
For me, that happened following an incident last year around June. The details are a little still painful for me to get into, but I can say now what I couldn't say then. And that is that it was well worth it.
The first part of that revelation was that I spend too much time fighting my visible enemies, and not enough time defending myself against my invisible enemies.
The second part of that revelation pointed me towards the realisation that nothing written in the Bible is to be taken for granted. I realised at that moment the importance of putting on the armour of God and creating a fire hedge around us and our loved ones that no enemy fiery darts can penetrate.
It is during this time that I took it upon myself to start to memorise Moses' Psalm 91. It is an incredibly powerful Psalm that I feel applies to each and every major attack that we or our loved ones could ever face.
As I look at the world today through the lens of our media, I cannot help but see a lot of what I am forewarned about in the Bible. I don't think that one has to be a woman to be affected by the dehumanising stories of the gang rapes in India nor do you have to be a loved one affected by the recent cowardly act of terrorism in Boston, to see much of what 2 Timothy 3 talks about.
My honest prayer is that we will all come to full knowledge of the power that comes in speaking forth God's words of protection over us and our loved ones.
Please continue to pray with me for the people of Boston and especially the loved ones of the victims of this heartless attack.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Слева, справa, синий небо...
I woke up this morning to the calm reassurance of old familiar lyrics from a Russian musical film whose title I cannot seem to remember. The lyrics in question were in the opening number.
I remember the picturesque azure sky with a verdant meadow in the background cut through by a simple path. I especially remember the jolly soldier in a navy blue uniform, seemingly without a care singing, "Слева, справa, синий небo...". In other words, to my left and to my right, there is a deep blue sky. In case you are wondering, those are the only words I remember from that song.
Now where was I?
I also remember as a child being completely smitten by this character whom I shall call Sergei (Сергей). As an adult, I now understand that I was amazed by this man's ability to reconnect with the boy within. For those few minutes, as he sang and enjoyed the simple and free pleasure of delighting in the sky and his surroundings, he was experiencing complete peace and joy. He was choosing to disregard any adult problems that I could not comprehend as a child. He was choosing to be both foolish and might I add even refreshing his soul that longed in a sense for that child-like faith in the goodness of this world.
I also think that it was a silent prayer of thanks to his Creator and an acknowledgment of the beauty of life and the blessing that comes with each breath that we take each and every second of a day on this earth.
Watching that jolly soldier, even as a child, one felt like the homework that was due that week or that upcoming important examination could not ruin the beauty that was before one's eyes. That actor managed to present what was obvious like as if it were a treasure that only a few could possibly ever experience in their lifetime. He made it appear to be a blessing and what true happiness really means to the spirit within.
The wonder he awakened in my spirit still leaps with joy every time I sing those opening lines.
I also cannot help but wonder when exactly we lose that naivete and start to see life too seriously. I like to think that the simple reality is that the Great Elohim placed the peace we seek in such simple pleasures as the beauty in nature.
This is more than evident in the way we respond as human beings to the simple delights like a sunny day, a rainbow and yes of course a deep blue sky.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
I remember the picturesque azure sky with a verdant meadow in the background cut through by a simple path. I especially remember the jolly soldier in a navy blue uniform, seemingly without a care singing, "Слева, справa, синий небo...". In other words, to my left and to my right, there is a deep blue sky. In case you are wondering, those are the only words I remember from that song.
Now where was I?
I also remember as a child being completely smitten by this character whom I shall call Sergei (Сергей). As an adult, I now understand that I was amazed by this man's ability to reconnect with the boy within. For those few minutes, as he sang and enjoyed the simple and free pleasure of delighting in the sky and his surroundings, he was experiencing complete peace and joy. He was choosing to disregard any adult problems that I could not comprehend as a child. He was choosing to be both foolish and might I add even refreshing his soul that longed in a sense for that child-like faith in the goodness of this world.
I also think that it was a silent prayer of thanks to his Creator and an acknowledgment of the beauty of life and the blessing that comes with each breath that we take each and every second of a day on this earth.
Watching that jolly soldier, even as a child, one felt like the homework that was due that week or that upcoming important examination could not ruin the beauty that was before one's eyes. That actor managed to present what was obvious like as if it were a treasure that only a few could possibly ever experience in their lifetime. He made it appear to be a blessing and what true happiness really means to the spirit within.
The wonder he awakened in my spirit still leaps with joy every time I sing those opening lines.
I also cannot help but wonder when exactly we lose that naivete and start to see life too seriously. I like to think that the simple reality is that the Great Elohim placed the peace we seek in such simple pleasures as the beauty in nature.
This is more than evident in the way we respond as human beings to the simple delights like a sunny day, a rainbow and yes of course a deep blue sky.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
So much death in the air...
When I was in secondary school, we once had to analyse a poem entitled Death Be Not Proud by John Donne. From the moment I read that poem, I fell in love with the way John Donne made a mockery of death.
At that time, I had experienced my share of deaths within my extended family. The notion that death was nothing but a coward used by sickness; among other things, to stalk men towards their end was quite a revelation to me.
I especially like the way John Donne reduced death to a vulnerable being. Every time I read that poem I almost felt sympathy towards this fool of a foe who could not seem to realise that he was a means to an end that did not have to be tragic nor altogether dreadful. For you see, at the end of the poem John Donne reveals the true meaning behind death. We awaken to eternity; well, I would hope like I believe John Donne meant, eternity with the Father in Heaven.
Now, you might be asking why on earth would someone write about something as "dreadful" as death on such a fine sunny day in New York.
I was led down this path by a very inspiring blog entry on the Q: Ideas for the Common Good website.
I hope that it is as inspiring to you as it was to me. It certainly delves into the emotions and questions that many of us go through after a loss of a loved one.
My only hope is that we will learn to demystify death and search for the truth in the Bible.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
At that time, I had experienced my share of deaths within my extended family. The notion that death was nothing but a coward used by sickness; among other things, to stalk men towards their end was quite a revelation to me.
I especially like the way John Donne reduced death to a vulnerable being. Every time I read that poem I almost felt sympathy towards this fool of a foe who could not seem to realise that he was a means to an end that did not have to be tragic nor altogether dreadful. For you see, at the end of the poem John Donne reveals the true meaning behind death. We awaken to eternity; well, I would hope like I believe John Donne meant, eternity with the Father in Heaven.
Now, you might be asking why on earth would someone write about something as "dreadful" as death on such a fine sunny day in New York.
I was led down this path by a very inspiring blog entry on the Q: Ideas for the Common Good website.
I hope that it is as inspiring to you as it was to me. It certainly delves into the emotions and questions that many of us go through after a loss of a loved one.
My only hope is that we will learn to demystify death and search for the truth in the Bible.
I Bid You Shalom,
Jacqueline
Spring is here or something like it
After the kind of weather we have been experiencing here in New York, I was pleasantly surprised by the sudden warmth and sunshine today. Everyone in my neighbourhood appears to have been instantly rejuvenated by the sunshine.
By that I mean, for a river town that has been increasingly "dead" in the last two years or so, I was amazed by the number of cars and even faces on our main street.
Seeing how something as simple as the sun coming out would attract people to the streets and the parks, I couldn't shake one thought.
In my mind, God is the ultimate light, warmth and everything alluring. Why then don't people get attracted to Him and His presence? Why is it that His creation the sun is more of an allure to man than Him or His word? Could it be that we mistake His allure for the warmth of the sun? Could it be that His very nature is hidden in the very things that we think that we crave? Could it be that that is why however much we think this or that will make us happy they never do? Could it just be that we are actually seeking Him and that is how we find ourselves drawn to the traces of His existence on this earth?
Trust me to turn a simple walk in my little town to a whole series of questions, but I just could not resist the thought.
What are your thoughts on the dawning of spring?
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
By that I mean, for a river town that has been increasingly "dead" in the last two years or so, I was amazed by the number of cars and even faces on our main street.
Seeing how something as simple as the sun coming out would attract people to the streets and the parks, I couldn't shake one thought.
In my mind, God is the ultimate light, warmth and everything alluring. Why then don't people get attracted to Him and His presence? Why is it that His creation the sun is more of an allure to man than Him or His word? Could it be that we mistake His allure for the warmth of the sun? Could it be that His very nature is hidden in the very things that we think that we crave? Could it be that that is why however much we think this or that will make us happy they never do? Could it just be that we are actually seeking Him and that is how we find ourselves drawn to the traces of His existence on this earth?
Trust me to turn a simple walk in my little town to a whole series of questions, but I just could not resist the thought.
What are your thoughts on the dawning of spring?
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
Spring is here or something like it
After the kind of weather we have been experiencing here in New York, I was pleasantly surprised by the sudden warmth and sunshine today. Everyone in my neighbourhood appears to have been instantly rejuvenated by the sunshine.
By that I mean, for a river town that has been increasingly "dead" in the last two years or so, I was amazed by the number of cars and even faces on our main street.
Seeing how something as simple as the sun coming out would attract people to the streets and the parks, I couldn't shake one thought.
In my mind, God is the ultimate light, warmth and everything alluring. Why then don't people get attracted to Him and His presence? Why is it that His creation the sun is more of an allure to man than Him or His word? Could it be that we mistake His allure for the warmth of the sun? Could it be that His very nature is hidden in the very things that we think that we crave? Could it be that that is why however much we think this or that will make us happy they never do? Could it just be that we are actually seeking Him and that is how we find ourselves drawn to the traces of His existence on this earth?
Trust me to turn a simple walk in my little town to a whole series of questions, but I just could not resist the thought.
What are your thoughts on the dawning of spring?
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
By that I mean, for a river town that has been increasingly "dead" in the last two years or so, I was amazed by the number of cars and even faces on our main street.
Seeing how something as simple as the sun coming out would attract people to the streets and the parks, I couldn't shake one thought.
In my mind, God is the ultimate light, warmth and everything alluring. Why then don't people get attracted to Him and His presence? Why is it that His creation the sun is more of an allure to man than Him or His word? Could it be that we mistake His allure for the warmth of the sun? Could it be that His very nature is hidden in the very things that we think that we crave? Could it be that that is why however much we think this or that will make us happy they never do? Could it just be that we are actually seeking Him and that is how we find ourselves drawn to the traces of His existence on this earth?
Trust me to turn a simple walk in my little town to a whole series of questions, but I just could not resist the thought.
What are your thoughts on the dawning of spring?
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
My Odd Neighbour Reminds Me of John 14:27
I live close to a simple cemetery that served as a free burial ground sometime in the mid 1800s. So as you can imagine, I invariably find myself passing by my good old neighbour.
It really depends on what your thoughts are on cemeteries, but I have found that my laid back reference to the topic has left many taken aback. I remember one instance in particular where I tried to lighten up the mood by stating that the people in the cemetery are the least harmful people one could ever meet, but I am afraid that did not go on very well.
Enough of that for now anyway.
I was recently passing by my neighbour, when the words my peace I give to you popped in my mind. I will admit that I had a lot going on in my mind, but my first thought was this cemetery is starting to get me.
Whenever I pass by that cemetery, I find myself questioning how many of the deceased have truly found peace. After all, we have been taught it is only proper to say "Rest In Peace" when passing by a grave (at least that is what I was told). Has anyone had such a thought cross their mind or is it just crazy me who thinks up such things in the least appropriate setting?
I will be honest, most of my life when I have thought of peace, I have thought of it either in terms of deep sleep mode (we are talking about non-REM sleep here) or death as in what the world views as the end...fini.
Those words that crept into my messy thoughts in that instant took me back to the kind of peace (shalom to be more exact) that I should have been focused on attaining. If those words sound familiar, it is because they are from Yeshua (Jesus). The significance of those words is exponentially amazing, given that that peace (shalom) implied a holistic approach to peace. In other words, I would be looking at a peace that covers any inconceivable situation that I could be facing at any time.
I have to admit that for a neighbour that nobody appears to particularly want to be associated with, I couldn't have chosen a better place for this amazing revelation to waylay my thoughts.
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
It really depends on what your thoughts are on cemeteries, but I have found that my laid back reference to the topic has left many taken aback. I remember one instance in particular where I tried to lighten up the mood by stating that the people in the cemetery are the least harmful people one could ever meet, but I am afraid that did not go on very well.
Enough of that for now anyway.
I was recently passing by my neighbour, when the words my peace I give to you popped in my mind. I will admit that I had a lot going on in my mind, but my first thought was this cemetery is starting to get me.
Whenever I pass by that cemetery, I find myself questioning how many of the deceased have truly found peace. After all, we have been taught it is only proper to say "Rest In Peace" when passing by a grave (at least that is what I was told). Has anyone had such a thought cross their mind or is it just crazy me who thinks up such things in the least appropriate setting?
I will be honest, most of my life when I have thought of peace, I have thought of it either in terms of deep sleep mode (we are talking about non-REM sleep here) or death as in what the world views as the end...fini.
Those words that crept into my messy thoughts in that instant took me back to the kind of peace (shalom to be more exact) that I should have been focused on attaining. If those words sound familiar, it is because they are from Yeshua (Jesus). The significance of those words is exponentially amazing, given that that peace (shalom) implied a holistic approach to peace. In other words, I would be looking at a peace that covers any inconceivable situation that I could be facing at any time.
I have to admit that for a neighbour that nobody appears to particularly want to be associated with, I couldn't have chosen a better place for this amazing revelation to waylay my thoughts.
I bid you Shalom,
Jacqueline
Something On My Mind
If I can say so myself, this year's Resurrection Sunday took on a very personal twist.
A cousin of mine lost her best friend last Thursday in a very tragic accident. This may be considered controversial by some, but I have often realised after the death of a loved one that there were certain things they did or said that oddly made sense after they had passed away.
Take this girl for instance, she held what we have now termed her last supper with 16 friends in February of this year. It was a surprise supper she arranged in order to thank each and everyone of them for the amazing roles they had played in her life. She even went so far as to say that she intended to make the supper an annual event.
Now is that eerie or what?
I know that most people dread the topic of death, but it is inevitable for each and everyone of us. The great part about death for a believer in Christ is the realisation that it is not in and of itself the end, but rather the final awakening to eternity with God. This girl was a strong believer in Christ. Her final words were Jesus Jesus Jesus. With that, a remarkable wife and mother made her last journey to be with her Saviour in eternity. Those were very comforting words indeed for any of us who knew her.
I can say this for a fact, this time around, the resurrection of Christ definitely took on a very personal and powerful meaning to me. It is comforting to think that she is not lingering somewhere in limbo, but that one day she will be reunited with her children and all of her saved loved ones.
What does death signify to you? Are you afraid of death and if so what would alter your perception of death?
Rest in Peace Florence,
Jacqueline
P.S. In my book, I Beg To Differ, I delve a little more into my thoughts on death.
A cousin of mine lost her best friend last Thursday in a very tragic accident. This may be considered controversial by some, but I have often realised after the death of a loved one that there were certain things they did or said that oddly made sense after they had passed away.
Take this girl for instance, she held what we have now termed her last supper with 16 friends in February of this year. It was a surprise supper she arranged in order to thank each and everyone of them for the amazing roles they had played in her life. She even went so far as to say that she intended to make the supper an annual event.
Now is that eerie or what?
I know that most people dread the topic of death, but it is inevitable for each and everyone of us. The great part about death for a believer in Christ is the realisation that it is not in and of itself the end, but rather the final awakening to eternity with God. This girl was a strong believer in Christ. Her final words were Jesus Jesus Jesus. With that, a remarkable wife and mother made her last journey to be with her Saviour in eternity. Those were very comforting words indeed for any of us who knew her.
I can say this for a fact, this time around, the resurrection of Christ definitely took on a very personal and powerful meaning to me. It is comforting to think that she is not lingering somewhere in limbo, but that one day she will be reunited with her children and all of her saved loved ones.
What does death signify to you? Are you afraid of death and if so what would alter your perception of death?
Rest in Peace Florence,
Jacqueline
P.S. In my book, I Beg To Differ, I delve a little more into my thoughts on death.
