Life isn’t for sissies or the cowardly. It is hard. Unpredictable. It is difficult to face the inexorable passage of time, the aches, the pains, the unknown of how each day will go and how it will all end. Quick or lingering? Painful, undignified wasting away? Grey hair and walkers? Gone too young, before it is fair or comprehensible. I shudder. Even with a deep and unshakeable faith, the unknown is frightening, ominous. Threatening. Then this:
In her tribute to her husband at his memorial service, Erika Kirk described Charlie Kirk’s final moments: “There was no pain, there was no fear, no agony. One moment Charlie was doing what he loved, arguing and debating on campus, fighting for the gospel. And truth. In front of a big crowd. And then he blinked. He blinked. And saw his savior in paradise. And all the heavenly mysteries were revealed to him.”
What a picture! What a beautiful, amazing thing to look forward to! No matter what leads up to those final moments, the joy and hope of all believers is in that blink. One blink. Oh man! What peace resides in that idea!
