My husband’s brother died today.
Having lived with a diagnosis of cancer for the last several months, this was an expected event.
Even though it was expected, our family could not really prepare for what it would feel like when that moment came.
At dusk this evening, my husband wanted to drive to a nearby area and take a walk.
As we did, we noticed the tall cross that stands on the property of a local church.
I stopped for a moment to photograph it.
A flood of emotions comes bursting forth when the finality of death is before us.
Yet, there is hope.
Hope brought to us by Jesus.
In the eleventh chapter of John, there is the account of Jesus’ conversation with a woman named Martha, who had just experienced the death of her brother, Lazarus.
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in Me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in Me will never die. Do you believe this?”
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that You are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”
My husband’s brother will rise again.
He continues to live by having believed in Jesus.
Do you believe?