Birth Dates

When I think of those no longer here, I’ve always been curious why I tend to remember the day of their birth—not the day they passed on. Now I know. 

My dad was 76 when he entered the kingdom. Today’s his birthday. He would have turned 93.

I often wonder what age he is in God’s kingdom. Or if age even means anything in a place outside of the time constraints we find ourselves in here. I do know this. Death no longer exists in heaven. Our new bodies won’t grow weak, our memories won’t fade, and our hearts won’t ever stop beating there. 

A friend recently remarked that we should get used to death so when a loved one passes it isn’t a surprise. I have a different view. Death should never feel normal—because it wasn’t a part of God’s original design for us. Yet even after Adam and Eve chose a tree of death rather than life, God refused to leave humanity stuck there. Jesus, through his life, death, and resurrection, defeated death and continues to make all things new…including us. 

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death, sadness, crying, or pain, because all the old ways are gone.” The One who was sitting on the throne said, “Look! I am making everything new!” (Revelation 21:4-5 NCV) 

Thinking of you today, Dad.

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