fed up with the curse

Friday afternoon, our community will host another memorial service. I say another because we have had three in what seems like eight weeks, although it may have been a little longer. Seems like eight days, to tell you the truth.

One of the services was for a 70 year old who had enjoyed a life full of God and love. Another was for a young man in his prime, struck down by disease. This third is a double whammy...twin girls who fought for life from the very womb. With each successive memorial service, I have grown more frustrated with the enemy and more firmly resolved that there is a Kingdom coming.

I know all the old adages. Death is a part of life. It is appointed unto man once to die. This death is only physical, it's not the true end. None of it resonates with my heart right now...proof that not all things true are comforting, even if they're meant to be.

I know this is all 'part of the curse....'...but it's not the part that I like. Let me tell you my favorite part of that passage.
So the Lord God said to the serpent, "Because you have done this...I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel."
Your day is coming, Satan. You'll pay for this. For sickness and disease and the lack that we live in. You'll pay for Charli & Ali. Your head will be crushed once and for all. We will see Justice rise up, on this side or on the other. We will not be denied for eternity.


Kelsey Bohlender said...

May we all have endurance to run the race and contend for the promises.

"No more death, no more dying, no more sorrow, no more shame"

I love that chorus they have been singing lately!

Anonymous said...

amen...i was riding my bike this morning and thinking of John Donne's poem "Death be not Proud"

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

peace and strength to you all, anita

Scott Bonnell said...

Rev 21:4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."

5He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!"

So i say come LORD JEsus come!