In Memoriam

I wanted to share a personal post from my blog with my brother. I hope you all are having a wonderful day and that you enjoy all the living of life, without regrets.

OPERATION ECHO

This past week, our grandmother rather suddenly crossed over from living on Earth to living in Heaven.

And it’s had me thinking a bit about angels.

I posted about how angels spoke to the early church here, discussing how, even after the Holy Spirit’s arrival, they still appeared and spoke to believers.

And yet it’s been common to speak of those who go before us, of believers who die, as becoming angels in heaven who wait for us. And I wonder if it’s partly because angels can go from heaven to earth. They can visit us. They can appear to us. They can speak to us. They can even be assigned to us, just over our shoulder, protecting us as heirs of salvation, lest we dash our foot against a stone (Psalm 91:12).

Whereas, once a human being dies, we lose contact. They have moved to another state, where no…

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3 thoughts on “In Memoriam

  1. I am very empathetic. In 2001, my mom passed. But, six months prior she called me. A very unusual call. I wrote this poem reflecting about that call:
    I Think I Just Said Goodbye!©2001
    By David N. Lewis

    Many thoughts crowd my head.
    Too many to count as I go to bed,
    But one stands out with a sweet embrace,
    The touch of her hand, her loving face.

    A lifetime of tears and sacrifice,
    Gave her a heart full of joy,
    A girl and one boy.
    Her husband too, was a great source,
    With friendship and love he helped her course.

    Her faith in Christ is an example to me,
    Of an enduring love that wasn’t free.
    When I spoke to her last,
    My heart began to cry,
    I think I just said Goodbye!

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    1. Poetry does seem to help one process through emotional situations; for me, it’s a carhartic means of expressing loss, frustration, and sorrow, more than joy or delight. Which means my poetry is less-than-lighthearted, I suppose. 🙂

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      1. I have used poetry to ‘vent’ as it were. Usually when I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but just to capture the thought or emotion and let it go. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.

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