Because of Christ, who died for us and in three days—rose again.
You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life. The one who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. And everyone who lives believing in me does not ultimately die at all. Do you believe this?
John 11:25-26 The Msg Continue reading “It is done. Christ is risen”
I’m introspecting about this massive irony of why we want to go to Heaven, knowing that all pain and suffering will end…yet, we don’t want to die. Continue reading “Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die”
I grieved with Michelle, the wife of the late Nabeel Qureshi, as she shared her heart, pain, and unwavering faith in God, less than two weeks after Nabeel went home to the Lord.
Three months after I joyfully accepted Christ into my life, I received the shocking news that my mum was diagnosed with stage-four lung cancer.
Just watched Saving Mr.Banks. Until I make peace with the knowledge that everything in this temporary world is, well, temporary… I would always go on living in fear of losing people I love to death.
Until I make peace with the HOPE that because we have accepted Christ and therefore death is ONLY the beginning of an eternity… I will only know of the hope, but not live it.
Watching ‘Mr. Bank’ died in his bed with the young Helen Goff standing there, stir up image files of me standing inches from my mom as she drew her last breath.
I too, like Helen Goff need to put an end to replaying the painful memories and replace them with our happy times. Images of how beautiful she looked. Images of us… I can’t find the happy files, I’m sure they are somewhere in there.
Today is Christmas Day. It’s the day when Jesus is born.
It’s also the 1st anniversary of my mum’s baptism.
A month that my mum has gone home to the Lord.
I wonder how heaven is like?
I wonder if she can see us from heaven?
I wonder if God appoints her to be an angel in heaven now?
But she must be. I think she is an angel sent down to earth many years ago and now her job is done.
For how can anyone love so many people unconditionally?
How can she be so ever forgiving to her mother who abandoned five of them when they can barely fend for themselves at ages 6, 10, 16…??!!
How can she give so much love?
How can she sacrifice so much without asking for anything in return?
How can she do all these if not for love?
And Christ is love. And forgiveness. Therefore she must be an angel sent from God.
I wonder if I can still say sorry to her for all my wrongs.
Or is it unnecessary to do so in heaven?
I know I’m forgiven. Both by Jesus and by my mom. But I really just want to say I’m sorry that I repay her sacrifices with ungrateful things I had done.
I wonder if she had a great party in heaven today since its Christmas?
Is she sleeping on soft, fluffy clouds?
I wonder if God’s voice is the only voice I can hear or I can, too, hear her voice?
I wonder and wonder, will she be my mummy forever and ever when we meet one day in heaven?
Abba Father, your answers?