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Upon The Death Of A Grandson | Articles | Phillip Jensen
There is only one who can die for others and he has already done it on the cross two thousand years ago.
cancer  death  theodicy  suffering  quotes 
january 2017 by chaseathompson
HeadHeartHand Blog: Informing Minds. Moving Hearts. Directing Hands.
We do not grieve as those without hope. But we still grieve. If Jesus weeps for Lazarus, who he knows will not stay dead for long, it is appropriate that we weep for those who have died.
quotes  funeral  funerals  death  preaching  pastor  pastoring 
june 2016 by chaseathompson
George Mueller's Strategy for Showing God | Desiring God
The last portion of scripture which I read to my precious wife was this: “The Lord God is a sun and shield, the Lord will give grace and glory, no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.” Now, if we have believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, we have received grace, we are partakers of grace, and to all such he will give glory also. I said to myself, with regard to the latter part, “no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly”—I am in myself a poor worthless sinner, but I have been saved by the blood of Christ; and I do not live in sin, I walk uprightly before God. Therefore, if it is really good for me, my darling wife will be raised up again; sick as she is. God will restore her again. But if she is not restored again, then it would not be a good thing for me. And so my heart was at rest. I was satisfied with God. And all this springs, as I have often said before, from taking God at his word, believing what he says.35
quotes  healing  death  georgemueller  johnpiper  suffering  faith  theimage  Spiritualgifts 
february 2016 by chaseathompson
Windle Elijah Viars Prayer Group
"Why are we so afraid when we think about death? Death is only dreadful for those who live in dread and fear of it. Death is not wild and terrible, if only we can be still and hold fast to God's Word. Death is not bitter, if we have not become bitter ourselves. Death is grace, the greatest gift of grace that God gives to people who believe in him. Death is mild, death is sweet and gentle. It beckons to us with heavenly power, if only we realize that it is the gateway to our homeland ... Death is hell and night and cold, if it is not transformed by our faith. But that is just what is so marvelous, that we can [by our faith in Christ] transform death."
death  windle  viars  illustration  quotes  resurrection  hope 
january 2016 by chaseathompson
Johnnie Walker - Dear Brother - YouTube
+Dorian & Daniel Dear Brother

Walking the roads of our youth
through the land of our childhood, our home and our truth

Be near me, guide me
always stay beside me so i can be free, free

Lets roam this place
familiar and vast
our playground of green frames, our past

We were wanderers
never lost, always home

When every place was fenceless
and time was endless
our ways were always the same

Cool my demons and walk with me brother
until our roads lead us away from each other
and if your heart’s full of sorrow, keep walking, don’t rest
and promise me from heart to chest
to never let your memories die, never

I will always be alive and by your side,
in your mind

I'm free
YouTube  video  death  sad  brothers  family  illustration  funeral  advertising  kids  kids?  poetry  5star 
december 2015 by chaseathompson
My boyfriend died a month ago. I just want to talk about him. : TwoXChromosomes
I found this comment on reddit last year sometime and copied it into my google drive. I thought it might be helpful. I dont know the author so cant give credit. I should have copy and pasted the user too. Im lame.
"Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks."
reddit  death  grief 
october 2015 by chaseathompson
The Forgotten Story of America’s Titanic, 150 Years Ago — History in the Headlines
hich tens of thousands of soldiers were casualties, so, to be honest, losing 1,800 wasn’t seen as much more horrific.”

“We have as a people become so accustomed to sufferi
History  civilwar  suffering  death  tragedy  ship 
august 2015 by chaseathompson
Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, The Boston Marathon Bomber, Has the Most Ferocious Lawyer in America Defending Him | Vanity Fair
ht through his reasons for murder and then carried out his attacks with great deliberation over a period of years. His crimes fell well within at least two of the modern criteria for capital punishment: premeditation and mu
law  death  deathpenalty  legal  lawyers 
april 2015 by chaseathompson
You Do Not Groan Alone | TGC | The Gospel Coalition
But our groaning is not the final word. The same Spirit who raised Jesus from the dead will one day raise our ailing parents, gone-too-soon children, and cancer-ridden spouses, friends, and family members (Rom. 8:11). Through our suffering we are made like him and assured that we are his children. The Spirit will give life to our mortal bodies on that last day (Rom. 8:16-17).

On that particular Sunday, when my soul was wasting away with grief, I couldn’t even think, let alone hope in the promise of the resurrection. I know the promises, but my heart struggled to believe them. On that Sunday morning, when I was on the verge of a tear-filled breakdown, God met me even without me having the words to ask for his help (Rom. 8:26-27). He knew my need, and he came to my defense. In my groaning, he groaned, too. 

Living in a world that is groaning for redemption is hardly easy. It requires more than we have to give at times. The very Spirit who brought Christ from the cold, dark grave will do the same for us. And when we don’t have eyes of faith to see as clearly as we ought, he intercedes on our behalf. So while we live in this broken world we have hope. Not that it will be easy. Not that we will always feel able to endure. But that this Christ, who will make all things right one day, is sustaining us and making us like him in every gut-wrenching sorrow.
suffering  desiringgod  grief  death 
august 2014 by chaseathompson
I miss you, little dude. : AdviceAnimals
You're the best parent ever. If I died, I'd want my parents to continue playing my save files in my games. My dad doesn't game anymore, but we used to play tomb raider every night. Those were the best days of my life.
parenting  death  kids  sad  reddit 
march 2014 by chaseathompson
Laura | Journal | CaringBridge
Later, Laura even said, “Bill WHAT were we thinking telling the children tonight?”  He looked at her as if to say, “WE didn’t tell the children anything, that was YOU!”  Little did we know God’s plan.  The one thing that appeared to be a mistake was in fact a gift from the Lord. Out of his wisdom and goodness, it was their momma that was able to tell them what was going to happen. She was the one there to comfort them, hold them and give them assurance of the Lord’s provision, His goodness and His love for them.  
death  suffering  theodicy  apologetics  cancer  love  friendship 
june 2013 by chaseathompson
Spurgeon Sermon No. 1773.
We have a very clear conviction that others will die, but as to ourselves, we put far from us the evil day and care not to dwell upon a subject which smells so unpleasantly of the morgue! Yes, we admit that we shall die, but not so soon as to make it a pressing matter—we imagine that we are not within measurable distance of the tomb. Even the oldest man gives himself a little longer lease on life. And when he has passed his four-score years, we have seen him hugging life with as much tenacity as if he had just commenced it! Brothers and Sisters, in this we are not wise—Death will not spare us because we avoid him. What is there about any one of us that we should fare better than the rest of our fellow men? We are in the same army, marching upon the same field—why should we escape where all others fall? Only two of our race have gone into the better land without crossing the dark river of death—Enoch and Elijah—but no one among us will make a third.
death  spurgeon  charlesspurgeon  quotes  resurrection 
march 2013 by chaseathompson
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