Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
A man that my wife called “Grandpa Al” died early this morning, at the age of 92. He faithfully served Jesus for almost a century on this planet.
The passing of Grandpa Al has us shaken a bit emotionally, but also at peace. How can we not experience at least a fraction of the peace and inexpressible joy that he is now experiencing with our Savior Jesus Christ? We grieve. But we do not grieve as those who have no hope. Al no longer sees in the mirror dimly, but now face to face. He now sees Jesus as he is. As absent from the body, he is now present with the Lord. Night is over, morning has begun.
I’ve been trying to calculate the emotion we’ve been feeling today as we think about that reality. You could call it grief perhaps, but I don’t know if that word really sums it up. He lived 92 good years for Jesus on earth. He was a faithful man. I think in the emotion we feel there is a little shred of desire, yearning, a faint ache. We long for in our spirits what we know he is now experiencing as reality. He has fallen asleep, and what we call hope he now calls certainty. The world of pain and grief, of suffering and violence, has now given way to the unspeakable mysteries of heaven. He made it.
That is a precious reality that informs how we live out today, tomorrow, and the rest of our lives. May his legacy be one that we can emulate as we await the reward of those words now ringing in his ears: “Well done, good and faithful servant.”