Last night I attended the visitation of a man who served as an elder in the Lord’s church when I was a little girl. The visitation happened to be in the same building where my father last preached and where I became a Christian.
Have you ever noticed that the visitation/funeral of a Christian is different than one of a non-Christian? There are more smiles, genuine laughter, and it can be a homecoming of sorts. The familiar faces from last night brought back precious memories. I saw people I hadn’t seen in 20 or 30 years and it was good. We shared a common love and a common bond. And even though there was sadness at the passing of this man who had served this small church for 50 years, there was gladness knowing that someday we would all be together forever.