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Christians Never Lose A Thing

09.03.17 | Bulletin Article | by J.M. Scott

    He would want me to remind you…

    Fox News reports the story of a Canadian woman, Mary Grams, 84, who lost her engagement ring 13 years ago while weeding her garden on the family farm is wearing it proudly again after her daughter-in-law found the ring while harvesting carrots. She was pulling the carrots and noticed one of them looked strange. She almost fed it to her dog but decided to keep it and just threw it in her pail. When she was washing the carrots she noticed the ring.

    Grams said she was eager to try the ring on again after so many years. With family looking on she washed the ring with a little soap to get the dirt off. It slid on her finger as easily as it did when her husband gave it to her.

    "We were giggling and laughing," she said." It fit! After that many years it fits!" Nothing a believer loses in this life is really lost, but will be returned to them when Jesus renews all things. 

    Jesus said to them, Truly I tell you, at the renewal of all things, when the Son of Man sits on his glorious throne, you who have followed me will also sit on twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.  And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life. [Matthew 19:28-29] He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.’ [Revelation 21:5] 

    Even in death, we win! After a long and eventful life, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, wrote the immortal lines of “Crossing the Bar.” This poem expresses for us all the hope seeing Jesus when we cross the cold waters of death.

     Sunset and evening star,

    And one clear call for me

    And may there be no moaning of the bar,

    When I put out to sea. 

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

    Too full for sound and foam

    When that which drew from out the boundless deep

    Turns again home. 

    Twilight and evening bell,

    And after that the dark

    And may there be no sadness of farewell,

    When I embark;

    For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

    The flood may bear me far

    I hope to see my Pilot face to face

    When I have crossed the bar. 

    He would want me to remind you. Think about it. Amen.