What God Wants You to Know About Death
Tony Thomas
Psalms 49
My maternal grandmother died in Atlanta, GA while visiting my cousin, Sandy. She suffered a massive stroke and never recovered. My mother and her five siblings all flew into Atlanta for a memorial service - and because she died out-of-state, my aunts and uncles decided on cremation. So, when Mom flew home she took my grandmother's ashes with her onto the plane.
That was 1982. I'm pretty sure that's not allowed today. With all the security measures I can't imagine any airlines, even in third world countries, that would allow a person to carry ashes onto a plane.
My grandmother stood all of 4' 9'' and she weighed about 90 pounds, so the ashes filled a box the size of a shoe box. Mom wrapped the box in brown wrapping paper and carefully kept the box on her lap.
The lady who sat next to her on the flight from Atlanta to Oklahoma was a talkative lady, and for my Mom to call her that is a feat because Mom could talk 99% of the world under the table! She had something to say about every subject under heaven.
Anyway, after about an hour or so of non-stop talk, this lady paused long enough to notice the box. She asked, ''What's in the box?'' You can imagine her surprise when my mother replied, ''My mother!'' And that was the end of the conversation!
Death is a bit of a mystery, isn't it? It makes us nervous and uncomfortable, and the reason is simple: we don't know ''what's in the box.''
Jeff Strite preaches up in Logansport. At a really low point, Jeff's Dad went to see a psychic. He worried so much he wanted to know when he'd die, and for a fee, the psychic named an exact date of death.
But, that prediction just weighed him down! He couldn't eat or sleep because some of his friends were going to outlive him! And he couldn't rest because he felt like he needed to be productive with the time he had left.
The expected day of death robbed him of his ability to enjoy life! God doesn't ...
Tony Thomas
Psalms 49
My maternal grandmother died in Atlanta, GA while visiting my cousin, Sandy. She suffered a massive stroke and never recovered. My mother and her five siblings all flew into Atlanta for a memorial service - and because she died out-of-state, my aunts and uncles decided on cremation. So, when Mom flew home she took my grandmother's ashes with her onto the plane.
That was 1982. I'm pretty sure that's not allowed today. With all the security measures I can't imagine any airlines, even in third world countries, that would allow a person to carry ashes onto a plane.
My grandmother stood all of 4' 9'' and she weighed about 90 pounds, so the ashes filled a box the size of a shoe box. Mom wrapped the box in brown wrapping paper and carefully kept the box on her lap.
The lady who sat next to her on the flight from Atlanta to Oklahoma was a talkative lady, and for my Mom to call her that is a feat because Mom could talk 99% of the world under the table! She had something to say about every subject under heaven.
Anyway, after about an hour or so of non-stop talk, this lady paused long enough to notice the box. She asked, ''What's in the box?'' You can imagine her surprise when my mother replied, ''My mother!'' And that was the end of the conversation!
Death is a bit of a mystery, isn't it? It makes us nervous and uncomfortable, and the reason is simple: we don't know ''what's in the box.''
Jeff Strite preaches up in Logansport. At a really low point, Jeff's Dad went to see a psychic. He worried so much he wanted to know when he'd die, and for a fee, the psychic named an exact date of death.
But, that prediction just weighed him down! He couldn't eat or sleep because some of his friends were going to outlive him! And he couldn't rest because he felt like he needed to be productive with the time he had left.
The expected day of death robbed him of his ability to enjoy life! God doesn't ...
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