Wisdom in the house of mourning

Yesterday, I was at the funeral of someone who was not quite my uncle – he was an Au, but I’m not sure what part of the tree he comes from.

I knew for a while that at least one of his sons goes to a church in the eastern suburbs somewhere. But what I found out was that:
1) He requested a Christian service
2) He had apparently been a believer for a few months prior

It would seem that a man I knew somewhat as an uncle could be known by me on that Day as a brother. An exciting revelation. I have been reading John in my daily readings, and one of the striking things of chapter 6 is the repetition of “and I will raise him up on the last day”. I began praying that if indeed my uncle believed, my Lord would be faithful to his promise, to raise him on the last day.

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