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I HAVE TO TELL HER! by Lygia Lovelace Many years ago, when Grandpa died, Grandma felt all alone. So, she came to live with my family! What a joy! For many years we have enjoyed her presence, her experience, her wisdom. And now, living so far away from her, I miss her. Several years ago, when she reached her 90’s, she began to forget many things. But she never forgot about me. She prayed for me, and kept up with me. When Ken and I felt God calling us to the mission field, she encouraged us and supported us wholeheartedly. The last time I saw her, she told me that she probably would not see me again on this earth, or if she did, she may not remember me. “But God will always be with you, as will my love.” she said. That day, I took with me the special gift of her wedding ring, which I wear on my finger as a precious token of her love and support. Now Grandma is 96 years old. Little by little, her body is weakening and her memory is almost completely gone. But she has never forgotten her Creator, the One for Whom she has lived all of her life. Several months ago, she said to my mother, “Look there, out that window. Do you see? Do you see those people dressed in white, standing out in the yard? What a beautiful sight!” “No, I don’t see anything. They must be angels, Mom, waiting to take you with them to Heaven.” And Grandma smiled and nodded. What a wonderful new life she has to look forward to! Several days ago, I was walking with a Portuguese friend. We are very close friends, yet she does not yet believe in Jesus. While we were walking, she was telling me about her father, who died last year. “At the end,” she was saying, “it was terrible! My father was always weeping and screaming! At times, he would shout, ‘NO! THE DARKNESS! LET ME STAY!’ ’’ Then, with a wave of her hand, she added, “I’m sure it was just because of his medication...” She kept on talking, but I couldn't think of anything else except her father. My heart felt like it was ripping apart because of the desperation of this poor man in his final hours. What a contrast between him and Grandma, standing at death’s door! The truth is that all people, without Jesus, will experience this desperation in the moment they die, including my dear friend who told me this story. How can I just stand by and let her die that way...without hope, without peace, without anything? I want a better death for her. And I know the Someone who can give her a better life. I have to tell her...over and over again. O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory? The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ! I Corinthians 15:55-56

I HAVE TO TELL HER!
by Lygia Lovelace

Many years ago, when Grandpa died, Grandma felt all alone. So, she came to live with my family! What a joy! For many years we have enjoyed her presence, her experience, her wisdom. And now, living so far away from her, I miss her. Several years ago, when she reached her 90’s, she began to forget many things. But she never forgot about me. She prayed for me, and kept up with me. When Ken and I felt God calling us to the mission field, she encouraged us and supported us wholeheartedly. The last time I saw her, she told me that she probably would not see me again on this earth, or if she did, she may not remember me. “But God will always be with you, as will my love.” she said. That day, I took with me the special gift of her wedding ring, which I wear on my finger as a precious token of her love and support.

Now Grandma is 96 years old. Little by little, her body is weakening and her memory is almost completely gone. But she has never forgotten her Creator, the One for Whom she has lived all of her life. Several months ago, she said to my mother, “Look there, out that window. Do you see? Do you see those people dressed in white, standing out in the yard? What a beautiful sight!”

“No, I don’t see anything. They must be angels, Mom, waiting to take you with them to Heaven.”

And Grandma smiled and nodded. What a wonderful new life she has to look forward to!

Several days ago, I was walking with a Portuguese friend. We are very close friends, yet she does not yet believe in Jesus. While we were walking, she was telling me about her father, who died last year.

“At the end,” she was saying, “it was terrible! My father was always weeping and screaming! At times, he would shout, ‘NO! THE DARKNESS! LET ME STAY!’ ’’ Then, with a wave of her hand, she added, “I’m sure it was just because of his medication...”

She kept on talking, but I couldn't think of anything else except her father. My heart felt like it was ripping apart because of the desperation of this poor man in his final hours. What a contrast between him and Grandma, standing at death’s door!

The truth is that all people, without Jesus, will experience this desperation in the moment they die, including my dear friend who told me this story. How can I just stand by and let her die that way...without hope, without peace, without anything?

I want a better death for her. And I know the Someone who can give her a better life.

I have to tell her...over and over again.

O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?
The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is
the law.

But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ!
I Corinthians 15:55-56