Death Doesn’t Care

Death doesn’t care who you are. Death doesn’t care if you are young or old. Death doesn’t care if you are healthy or diseased. Death doesn’t care how much money you have. Death doesn’t care if you have great achievements or none at all. Death doesn’t care where you are, where you are going or where you came from. Death doesn’t care if you are God.

Death doesn’t care. But the Lord over death does. There is one who gave his live to destroy the indiscriminate power that death has over us. He alone gives us hope in the darkest, most terrifying corners of our lives.

But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.  1 Cor. 15:57

Today there is a family is heavy on my heart.  I have never met them. I’ve only heard their story. And now we are forever joined  into a despised fellowship of Mommies and Daddies that bury their sons and daughters.

I have nothing to give that will ease their pain but this, my prayer.

Lord God of Heavens Armies,

I call on You today because you are a God who dwells on high, but now I also know that you are also a God who dwells in the depths of the grave.  You lie beside us in our grief, in our pain, and in our scariest place.  You don’t watch us suffer, you suffer beside us. You have don’t this to us, you are doing this with us. Jesus Emmanuel, God with us. You are God with us. You know the names of ones on my heart today. You know all families across the span of earth that are suffering from the sting of death. You know their names. You know their intimate fears. You know their sorrows. And you alone oh God can meet them in that place. Meet them there. Meet us there. Let us see just a piece of your glory. For in this place where your glory meets our suffering, all is well. Speak to us in your bold whisper, “ALL IS WELL!”  

You promise, all things asked in Jesus’ name are granted. And so I offer these requests in the name of my Living Savior, Jesus Christ!

Amen!

The smoke of the incense, mixed with the prayers of God’s holy people, ascended up to God from the altar where the angel had poured them out. Rev. 8:4