Final Destination

We received a sad phone call last night. Our dear friend Winston went home to be with his God. It is sad for his family, who loved and cherished him, and his friends. But what a victory! He was faithful in his Christian walk and he knew where he was going. We have great comfort in that knowledge. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." Psalm 116:14

I can only imagine his homecoming. When our eldest son returned from Iraq his first time, we were there to meet his bus as they came home. What joy to see his feet touch American soil! What comfort too be able to hug and hold him, touch his face, hold his hand. If a human parent feels this way, how much more our God, as He sees His faithful child step across the threshold of heaven.

So, although we grieve our loss for a time, we are comforted with these words from I Thessalonians 4:13 and 14.

"But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those

who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.

For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will

bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus."

We are thankful for the life lived, how blessed our own lives are from the quiet faithfulness of Winston, but our sorrow is soothed by the words of our Heavenly Father, who knows what comfort and encouragement we need as we travel towards home.

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