Blessed Children are We

Luke 20:38, So He is the God of the living, not the dead. They are all alive to Him.

Researching birthing options with my wife, I’ve been learning a lot about the connection between mother and child, at the time of birth. There is a chemical and hormonal, not to mention the obvious physical bond, between mother and child as the baby travels down the birth canal and enters the world. That bond can be hindered and therefore lessened, by drugs like Pitocin, or by complications in delivery, requiring cesarean. Sometimes breastfeeding is difficult, due to the cut-off of this essential connection. Bottom line-apparently, natural is best.

I think of my connection with Christ as I move ever closer down the canal toward a new life in Him where I will be reborn into His arms. It’s always been interesting to me, those people who never accept the need for God. Alone on their death bed, as they gasp their last shallow breath, do they reach out for the hand of their creator?

One of my grandfathers recently passed into the kingdom of the Lord. I can write about this truth as fact, not because he was a Southern Baptist preacher, but because he knew Jesus personally. In my grandpa Jansen’s final days, he did not move, talk, or even open his eyes anymore. My tired kin laid at home, under hospice care, and waited for his body to finally free his soul. My dad tells me that he, at last, opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He gasped in awe of what his eyes were shown and simply said, “Wow!”, before he exhaled his last bit of oxygen. Flat-lining with a smile is the way I hope to pass through the tunnel of light into the loving arms of my Lord.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I hope and pray to live a clean, noble, humble, and natural life. God knows that I tried it my way. With constant prayer, being held responsible by my family, keeping good friends, reading the Word, and attending meetings and church regularly, I manifest innocence that encompasses my being. I want to pass naturally into the arms of my Father and be held to His bosom as He nurtures me at my newest point of true existence.

Mark 10:16, Then He took the children into His arms and placed His hands on their heads and blessed them.