And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them. Revelation 14:13.
I hardly know what to say to you. [Words to a husband and children on the loss of a wife and mother.] The news of your wife’s death was to me overwhelming. I could hardly believe it and can hardly believe it now. God gave me a view last Sabbath night which I will write….
I saw that she was sealed and would come up at the voice of God and stand upon the earth, and would be with the 144,000. I saw we need not mourn for her; she would rest in the time of trouble, and all that we could mourn for was our loss in being deprived of her company. I saw her death would result in good.
I warn F and the rest of the children to prepare to meet Jesus, and then they will meet their mother again, never more to be parted. O children, will you heed her faithful warning that she gave you while she was with you, and let not all her prayers that she has offered up to God for you be as water spilt upon the ground? Get ready to meet Jesus, and all will be well. Give your hearts to God and do not rest a day unless you know that you love Jesus. Dear Brother, we have prayed to God to gird you up and strengthen you to sustain your loss. God will be with you and uphold you. Only have faith….
Sorrow not as those who have no hope. The grave can hold her but a little while. Hope thou in God and cheer up, dear brother, and you will meet her in a little while. We will not cease to pray for the blessings of God to rest upon your family and you. God will be your sun and your shield. He will stand by you in this your deep affliction and trial. Endure the trial well and you will receive a crown of glory with your companion at the appearing of Jesus. Hold fast truth, and you with her will be crowned with glory, honor, immortality, and eternal life.
The Faith I Live By p. 173
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Prayer Requests
—-Am asking prayer on behalf of my friend daughter Monique who just found out she has stage 4 cancer. Monique is in her late twenties. Joan
—-Please pray for safety for everyone at Camp Wawona. They are evacuating due to the Yosemite fire & smoke. My daughter is on her way to pick up my granddaughter. Pray for the fire to be contained and for safety & protection for the firefighters along with everyone in the area of the fire. Prayers appreciated. Susan
—-Don is in ICU. He has pneumonia and alcohol poisoning. He is in very bad condition. He needs our prayers. Katherin
—-praise—God answered my prayer to find much-needed paperwork. Rose
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Dear Friends,
Once some years ago, a friend at work shared with me a story from his church newsletter. The story was about a man who had stopped going to church. He felt he could worship God at home just as well. The pastor came to visit him. As the man invited him in, he was expecting a lecture. He got none. Instead, the pastor sat near the blazing fireplace and said nothing. After a while, he walked over the fire, took the fire tongs, pulled out one of the blazing coals, and laid it down on the hearth. Then he went back to his chair. Minutes passed. The man was puzzled. What sort of pastoral visit was this? Both men said nothing. They just watched that glowing coal. More minutes passed. The coal began to cool. Soon, it was no longer glowing. It became nothing more than a blackened hun! k of charred wood. At that point, the pastor again took the tongs, picked it up, and returned it to the fire. Within moments, the coal was blazing once again. The man then understood the pastor’s actions. He had preached a sermon far better through that illustration than he ever could have with words. The man returned to church.
“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised) . . . Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.” Heb 10:24, 25
Rose
Our Blessed Dead