Death.

Death,

I hate you so much.

I do.

I try to ignore you, but I know you are creeping on me.

Someday soon you’ll strike me and my loved ones...

Like you struck dad.

You’ll rob me.

Or so you think.

I know we cry.

Mourn.

Weep.

Fear.

All because of you.

But just so you know...

You don’t get the last laugh.

Every blow you deal is a step closer to your loss.

I will get KO’ed by you but...

Your power over me will only last a fraction of a second as the next thing my eyes will see will be the face of the King.

My king.

Remember him?

Yea, his name is Jesus and he defeated you.

He OWNED you.

PWNED you.

Now he’s restoring all things.

HE is creeping on you.

And soon, you’ll feel his final blow.

You will face you. You will die.

Death will die. Forever.

My days are numbered.

But so are yours.

Only difference is I’ll be back. I get to live again. Forever.
With Jesus. My dad. Grandpa(s) and many others you took out.

Until then, I embrace grace to seize the day.

Sincerely,
Son of The King.
P:S- the tomb is EMPTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Last weekend I choked up as I watched a dad tear up at the thought of heaven and the restoration of all things because after embracing his savior, one of the things he longs for is a chance to play catch with his mentally retarded 29 year old son for the first time.

I can’t wait to see my dad again and to introduce him to my wife and his grandchild(ren). I’d also love for him to see me do what I do best. Just one time.

What about you? Who or what has death robbed you of and what is one thing you can’t wait to do when Jesus restores all things?
Death does not win. Death has lost its sting. Weeping may endure for the night but Joy comes in the morning. The tomb is empty. There is hope.