First and foremost, I apologise to those whose comments I have not yet answered from last week. I had rather a bad fall (ironic that last week's post was called Fragility), collected a small refrigerator on the way down, and did myself some damage.
Barb brought up an interesting point last week, that some people get lost in the process pf dying...that is to say that they fall between the cracks of Christian comfort.
Their best days are not ahead, and they know it.
Heaven awaits, but they don't want to go.
Counting their trials as joy...well, uncontrolled vomiting and not being able to breathe...not joy.
And they are afraid.
If I have any kind of ministry at all, it's to such as these.
So I need your help, to give them the green spring hope of today, and of eternity. (And the Five Minute Friday prompt this week is green.)
What on earth does one say?
“You have a future and a hope”,
but Jeremiah gives no answer
to how on Earth I am to cope
with dreadful death from cancer.
“Just think yourself on Heaven's streets,
a white robe and a crown, oh, wow!”
That's great, but how am I meet
the burning hell that is called 'now'?
To count it joy seems like a thought
in which I really should believe,
but I can't do that which I ought
for it's become so hard to breathe.
I'm told in Christ there is no fear,
but I'm afraid, and I am here.
Music from the Electric Light Orchestra, with Mr. Blue Sky, as choreographed to Baby Groot dancing in the opening scene of Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2. (If your device doesn't bring up the video, please click here.)