A family from our church has suffered a terrible tragedy this week. A sweet woman left the sanctuary Sunday night with her family and was struck by a car as she crossed the street. She went to be with the Lord on Tuesday.
She had three children- a son in middle school, a son in high school and a daughter in college. A husband who loved her deeply. A faith and joy that shone from her life in every way. A servant’s heart and a large group of women who loved her dearly and cherished her friendship.
Here are some words from the final hymn of that evening’s worship service:
E’er since by faith I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing your pow’r to save,
When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue lies silent in the grave.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
-There is a Fountain Filled with Blood, Trinity Hymnal 253
There’s no way she could have known this would be her parting song. But, oh! How sweet to think that she is resting with her precious Redeemer, free from sorrow and sin, singing the nobler, sweeter song of the power of Christ and his death on her behalf. Because she put her faith in Him, she flew straight into His arms as she entered the gates of Heaven.
My sweet friends, I pray that you, too, might have the confidence of an eternity with Christ. Our lives are precious, and fleeting- we do not know the number of our days. But the Lord knows, and he longs for us to fly into His arms when we leave this earth. God knows that we are fallen, broken people who will fail Him daily. That’s why He gave us Jesus to be our redeemer, to bear our sin on the cross that we might be given his righteous standing before God. He longs for us to see our deep need of his cleansing blood to cover all of our sins and shortcomings. And he freely, joyfully, and lavishly pours His love and grace on us and calls us His own.
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants. ~Psalm 116:15