Life and Death

I am being constantly reminded lately that this body I live in is only temporary. It is simply a vessel to carry what is precious to God. It is not constructed and created for eternity like our soul. It is just for the number of days we have here on earth and it is useless once we exit out of it.

Life…. It is so brief no matter the age- when we go to meet our maker. Life has no guarantees that we will make it to ripe old age and only God knows the number of our days we have here on earth.

“For we are like a breath of air; our days are like a passing shadow.” Psalm 144:4

Life is impossible to hold onto, that includes ours and anyone else's.

"If you try to keep your life for yourself, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for me, you will find true life." Luke 9:24

Holding onto life is like holding onto fear. If a person who holds on to fear, they only find their fear worthless and that they have lost their life holding on it.

If we have accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior, why worry over something we have no control of - love and live like you have no tomorrow for we don’t know when it will be our loved ones last day with us or our last day with them and heaven’s angels come to get us.

I have seen those who slip away surrounded by loved ones- grateful to God that they are no longer suffering and now I have seen the young- the so very young taken without warning and their parents crushed and brokenhearted as they cry out in such great sorrow over their tiny ones body.

This mission trip I have felt the daggers of painful sorrow as if it were my own child lying there in that make do casket in our sister church in Mexico.

A beautiful one-year-old boy, a gift from God. One day there… attached to his mother’s side and the next -him breathless and still in a box surrounded by a white blanket and white plastic. A child should never be put in a box especially this early.

I was not angered for I know nothing is impossible with God.

I remembered Jesus words,"Then he said, 'Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but now I will go and wake him up.'" and "The truth is, anyone who believes in me will do the same works I have done, and even greater works, because I am going to be with the Father." John 11:11 & John 14:12

Perplexed, I held his hand; lay my head on his little chest, touching his baby cheeks, whispering, “Wake up precious boy,” over and over again. He didn’t seem dead to me but in deep sleep. His skin still filled with color, still filled with many years to go. His body no odor of death. His fingers and arms still loose and untouched by the stiffness of death. This was no shell of a body like I seen in the recent days and in past.

Perplexed, I was kept there by the Spirit. Believing God could breath life back into him again. Though people were mourning I had no inkling that this was truly the end. Though the hospital denied him my God never denies even when there is lack of sufficient funds.

My God provides. My God heals. My God is the resurrection and the life. I believed that God was going to put breath back into his little body again, heal the little one of his wounds and the painful sting of death would be erased with great celebration in Christ Jesus.

These weren’t good intentions -these were humble and believing and fruitful Spirit filled emotions.

The Holy Spirit then told me to have his mother come over and be with her baby boy. The Holy Spirit then released and I was only left to comfort the mourning.

(A week or two later, I was told by a sister in Christ that she got the impression that Hector was being held by Jesus. She, my pastor and I were the ones the Holy Spirit kept near baby Hector's body. She said that she got this image that baby Hector would laugh and giggle with joy as he was being held by Jesus and then he would look down as if looking at his mother for a moment or two and then would return his focus to Jesus and begin to laugh and giggle again. After I heard this, this made perfect sense to me. If you are in the presence of Jesus why would you want to come back. For when I was in the presence of Jesus, he brought me such joy that I did not want to stop looking at him. No matter how much praying and encouraging, you cannot stop the will, even a small child's will, to come back if he/she doesn't want to come back to this life. For Jesus brings so much joy you want to be in his presence.)

Soon after his mother spent some more time beside her baby son's body, news came that the death certificate had been finalized and they had permission to bury the baby boy’s body. The baby boy’s father and our pastor carried his little casket to the church with mother and family and friends following.

I am sure I was not the only one who wept. I did not weep for baby boy Hector but his family for Hector was with Jesus.

Death... it had followed me to Mexico it seemed and now I was experiencing a different type of passing then I did a few days before with my dad’s passing of cancer.

This type of death stung and felt like a ripping deep within one’s soul. Oh this life would not pass by soon enough for those left behind -when it came to the passing of this precious child.

For Hector would only have to wait moments for his family to join him because he now lives in God's time but those left behind it would seem like a very fair away reuniting.

Was this an unfair death? What would come of this sudden and too short of life?

The memorial service was followed by a long drive out to a dusty road to an unkempt cemetery with many wood white crosses. People stood under umbrellas and a single shady tree. The tree branches had thistles and I could not help but feel how painful poetic it was….

It was then I heard the father let out a painful cry over his son’s body as he kissed his flesh and embrace his body one last time. Oh the pain….. His mother Sandra, again deeply mourned and kissed his little face one last time. Again the pain…..

They then closed… the casket and carried it to a small rectangle hole where I could not bare to watch for it did not seem right.

Family then dropped dirt on the casket and the cemetery grounds men quickly covered the box and I wondered how everyone could watch as the dry dust stirred in the 100 degree heat.

Life is precious. Life is sweet. Life is painful.

Life...

Do we make the most of every opportunity to love in life? Do we trust God more then everything else in life? Do we pray more then we fear? Do we let go more then we hang onto? Do we think before we speak not knowing if those would be the last words our loved ones would hear from us or we would hear from them? Do we live knowing we have no guarantees of tomorrow?

Yes my God provides. Yes my God heals. Yes my God is the resurrection and the life.

What came of precious boy Hector's death? His father and grandmother came to the Lord and the day following Hector's memorial service many children cheerfully accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior at the churches vacation bible school. I was reminded so vividly of all the above. Life here on earth is short no matter what our age. Life is fragile and with God's help we have to make the most of every opportunity to do right and love as if it were our last day to do so. That God cares for our physical needs but it's our soul that is most important to him. That God is God, I will probably never "completely" understand His ways and I am just a passing shadow...

“For we are like a breath of air; our days are like a passing shadow.” Psalm 144:4