My Great-Uncle, Bud, died last week. He was a good friend of my grandfather, who died in 2004. They were both very active in sports and loved spending time together laughing and goofing around, and both of them became less and less active as their illnesses took their health, though neither of them let this get in the way of their joy for living for the Lord.
We went to the funeral this morning, and Mom and I simultaneously had the same thought:
Grandpa and Bud are playing together right now.
I said, "They're playing basketball."
Mom said, "They're playing softball."
Together we said, "They're playing CARDS!"
We laughed and Mom said, "They're picking teams in heaven right now!"
It's wonderful to think of their new bodies, their complete spirits, their wholeness with God.
The funeral was a very nice memorial to Bud and I was very touched.
There are two kinds of funerals. Today was the good kind.
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21:4