Friday, April 29, 2011

DEATH - "Be careful to be making preparations of it." Mr. Thomas Doolittle

I was just informed of the death of Brother David Wilkerson. I am sadden and shook. I have recently read a couple of references to death this past week, and the passing of this Brother drives the point home.
Wilkerson's last blog post, on Wednesday:
"To those going through the valley and shadow of death, hear this word: Weeping will last through some dark, awful nights," he wrote, "and in that darkness you will soon hear the Father whisper, 'I am with you. I cannot tell you why right now, but one day it will all make sense. You will see it was all part of my plan. It was no accident."'
“The gospel will never save you if it shall not rule you.”
“‘See,” said the preacher, “the necessity of regeneration. Let the thought that you will be brought to death call off your affections for the things below. Redeem the time... Be careful to be making preparations of it. We live to learn to die. Our business is not to get riches, honors, or pleasures, but that we may depart in peace with God. Every corpse is a sermon; every tomb a teacher; every funeral an oration - to persuade you to learn to die.” - Mr. Thomas Doolittle 
Matthew Henry’s father “.... placed him in the family and under the tuition of that ‘holy, faithful minister, Mr. Thomas Doolittle, who then lived at Islington.’”     
We worship a risen, living Savior who has promised to give immortality to all who believe on His Name. No longer do men and women need to stumble in the fog and darkness of hopelessness. A Light shines brighter than the noonday sun, offering hope to everyone who has been born again.
Jesus promised, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die” (John 11:25–26).
Long ago, Job asked the great question of the ages: “If a man dies, shall he live again?” (Job 14:14). Death carries with it a certain dread. It has always been the enemy, the great, mysterious monster that makes people quake with fear.
Death stalks the rich and the poor, the educated and the uneducated. Death is no respecter of race, color or creed. Its shadow haunts us day and night. We never know when the moment of death will come for us.
Is there any hope?
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