I sat with a family yesterday as their loved one was dying. There was nothing they could do to help him but give medicine to ease the pain.
This man knew Jesus, and as I prayed with him I assured him that per Scripture Jesus was waiting to embrace him soon. Shortly after this prayer happened, he died.
Watching these frail bodies expire and surrender to death is so hard for the family of the loved one. When my oldest sister died last year the last few hours were brutal to see the suffering. What was once vibrant was decaying.
Without the power of victory over death that Jesus provided, yesterday could be viewed as tragic and meaningless. But as Paul wrote, "Where is your victory and sting, death?"
This brother in Christ is now enjoying his decision to accept Jesus as his Savior. His family grieves, but they know where he is today with certainty. And they have hope for this life and the one to come. The Last Battle is over!