Today I attended my mothers funeral. It took place at a church my mother never attended. For years I have been praying for God to put someone in the lives of my nephews to lead them to Him. I found out that my nephews attend this church at the insistence of my mother.
I greatly appreciate the church for being in my nephews lives, showing them the way and offering their assistance. However this "going home" service, as they called it, was somewhat empty for me. I found no comfort in the scriptures the pastor read nor the message he conveyed. Which makes me wonder how comforted could my young nephews feel?
I was surprised when the pastor said he had visited my mother the day before she died. He had gone to discuss getting my nephews baptized. She had been feeling badly for some time and said she wanted to wait until she felt well enough to come to church for their baptism. While he was there, he asked my mother about her salvation. She told him she had been saved as a little girl and she was at peace with God; that she knew she would see her Father in heaven.
Knowing that I will see her there gives me comfort.
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