[The way of life winds upward for the wise]
A while back, Andrew and I went to visit his brother Darryl’s grave. Darryl died at the age of twenty; he’d been in a motorcycle accident that left him in a coma. Darryl was removed from life support several weeks after his accident and family was informed that he wouldn’t make it through the night, however, he was in a coma for a total of 14 months before he passed away. Andrew was only thirteen years old at the time of his brothers death. He looked up to his big brother greatly, so this was understandably a difficult time in his life, as it would have been for the entire family. Whenever we’ve visited Darryl’s grave I’ve always felt that loss; he’s family and someone who is missing from our lives. It’s a sad story; grieving the loss of the people you’re close to is always heartbreaking.
Darryl and Andrew
While visiting Darryl’s grave, we decided to look for my great-grandparents plots as well. After I’d reread their history, I realized that they were buried in the same cemetery as Darryl. I really wanted to see this for myself. Upon both of their grave markers was a picture of an open Bible with the words “Holy Bible.” I teared up when I saw this. Sometimes I feel more of a connection to those in my family who are no longer here with us and even those I never had the chance to know, such as my great-grandpa; he passed away before I was ever born.
Great-grandpa, Great-grandma, Great-uncle charlie
I never had much of an opportunity to get to know my grandpa James; He passed away when I was still quite young. (prostate cancer) I have a few memories of him, such as him showing me how to shell peas; I remember his many postcards too. Being the owner of a Citizen band radio, he’d talk to people over the airwaves, making friends from all over, thus the large postcard collection. He ministered to those with handicaps, sending them encouraging recordings. He was also a poet like myself. I don’t know if I latched on to poetry because I’d read his poetry or if I just enjoyed it when it was presented to me at school, but when I did latch onto it I never looked back. As I read through my grandpa’s poems I cry. I see his heart and I think he would have been happy that his only granddaughter had followed a very similar path.
Grandpa James (Front left)
Grandpa James, Grandma Lillian
I really identify with my grandpa; we have such like hearts. My path parallels his; I too have made many friends from all over who’ve become family to me, and I’ve ministered where I saw the need, not unlike he did. I’m just using a different technology, that’s all.
Though my parents generation haven’t come to know God, and I still wait for my family to come to salvation in Jesus Christ–that is, my parents, brothers, cousins, aunt and uncles, I can keep praying, knowing that God does answer prayer.
Jesus calls us out of the grave. This means that sin and death (spiritual death) have no power over those who belong to Christ. This means that Jesus is who He says He is, not who leaders who keep following lies tell us that He is. If you aren’t following Jesus, you already have one foot in the grave. This is spiritual death (not death of the body). The body can be resurrected by God at the appropriate time. (The book of Revelations talks about this time.) Through Jesus we are brought into the family of God and will be welcomed into the Kingdom of Heaven. It’s a wise choice to accept Jesus invitation. You’ll be overjoyed when you do.
“The way of life winds upward for the wise, That he may turn away from hell below.” –Proverbs 15:24 (NKJV)
“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in Me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in Me will never die. Do you believe this?” –John 11:26