It has been seven months since my grandmother’s passing. I remember upon hearing the news and going to be with my family, hearing “10,000 Reasons” by Matt Redman. That song will always remind me of grandma. There have been times of remembering and times of mourning that still go on. I still miss her. She was and is the first close person I have lost to death. It is hard. Yet, for me there was a peace because she knew Christ as her Lord and Savior. She had trusted in him. Ecclesiastes 7:2 says, “It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for this is the end of all mankind, and the living will lay it to heart.” These words are ringing true in my ear. To witness a death and to struggle in grief and healing allows one to think of their own life. The truth is that we will all die. Death and funerals remind us of that. It causes us to think what lies ahead in this life and the next.
It is when I am visiting my grandmother’s grave, I am reminded that she, as well as the other graves that surround her, all have stories. Stories of lives that people lived. Stories of these people’s ultimate eternal destiny. As I thought of 1 Corinthians 11:17-34, I recalled that we are told to remember the Lord’s death. His death is what makes possible eternal life with God. So I asked God then and there to allow me never to forget the cemetery. I need to remember the cemetery because it reminds me of the precious moments of life. It reminds me that one day I will die and will go to either heaven or hell. Because of Christ, I can joyfully say I will see my grandmother in heaven. I want my life to be lived in the words of C.H. Dodd, “Only one life twill soon be past; only what’s done for Christ will last.” May it be so with you.