Wednesday, December 14, 2011

This World Is Not My Home.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

I haven't thought about death very much but the past few weeks have forced it upon me.
At the hospital I did my first post mortem cares. It was strange taking care of a body with no soul in it and it got me thinking as I drove home that night. I took a look at my hands, my arms, and my legs and feet and it hit me. This is not who I really am. There is more to me than just this flesh. I've heard it over and over in church. This life is short, your body is temporal, your soul is eternal.
My body is just a vessel taking my soul through this life and when it comes to an end I will leave my vessel and enter Heaven.
All that day I looked at bodies and wondered how their souls was doing.
So many people worry about their vessel instead of the precious cargo it is carrying.
I'm not scared to die- I know where I'm going. I have believed on the name of Jesus Christ and I am saved from my sins and hell.
I have peace about death.

The past week my Grandpa has been dying. This morning they gave him 24 hrs to live. He is in no pain. My Dad told me he is sleeping. I'm not worried about him. I know my Dad has told him about Jesus and that my Grandpa has accepted Him into his heart. In a way I'm jealous- I wish I could go to Heaven now. As Paul said "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."
There is a reason I'm on this earth and that is to glorify God and my job is not done and that is why I am alive.
For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

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