Easter is a bittersweet holiday for me. On the one hand I am humbled and thankful for the sacrifice made by Jesus so that the stains of my sins are washed clean therefor making me able to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. On the other hand it starts me thinking of my parents. Anytime I think about Heaven I think about them. I remember at my mom’s viewing I had stepped out for a little breather. I slumped down on a bench next to the funeral home door. On the adjacent table lay an open Bible. I glanced down at its pages, and it dawned on me that my mom was now walking with Jesus. For a moment my sorrow was replaced with an awe and wonder that was quite unexpected. It amazed me to think that my own mother knew what Heaven actually was like. She was standing on the streets of gold, and had answers to all the questions we have about death, and what Heaven is like. I even started to feel excited for her.
Easter Sunday reminds me that it is only through the murder and resurrection of Jesus that death no longer holds any power over us. It is not the end, but a new and perfect beginning. In a place that holds more joy and splendor then we can imagine. I still miss living my life without my mom and dad, but I believe in the promises of the Bible. I am confident that someday I will be there too.
2Timothy 1:12 For this reason I also suffer these things; nevertheless I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day.