A Place to Die

It’s interesting, on a Sunday afternoon errand, I discovered two sheep that moved into the area. “They are Dorper sheep”, their ninety-year-old owner informed me. He’d wanted a pair of Dorper sheep since he was a little boy. The sheep keeper leaned heavily into the saddle of his field-weary four wheeler and adjusted the cannula that fed oxygen to his failing heart. “Sheep are born looking for a place to die.” It was a startling sentence, especially as I considered the myriad of scriptural implications.

After Death

In the crush of grief, Jesus asks us, really dares us, to look more closely at Him and to hold out for His forthcoming reality. As believers, our existence will not end in death. Our loved ones fall asleep and when that sleep comes we’ll be tempted to forget about the promise yet to come. That is why it is imperative that we pull close to our Savior and trust His report over our own crashing emotions.

In All Times

All includes a lot. That little ‘all’ requires trust in good times and in bad. On mountaintops and in valleys alike. In excess and lack. In prime health and poor health. On fine spring days and blustery blizzarding nights. In surety but also in chaos. With addition and subtraction. On birth days and death days and the dash that lies between. We are pressed, even dared to trust Him at all times.