Today we bury my father’s mother, my grandmother, a friend, a sister, a member of the body of Christ. We find peace in knowing she fought the fight valiantly. When doctors gave her days to live, she lived for weeks. When doctors gave her weeks to live, she lived months. Because she’s fighter, a woman who never gave up when the odds were stacked against her, who wasn’t too old or too calloused to realize she needed a savior.

Today I quote Paul when he addressed the Corinthian church on death:

When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.” “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.  —1 Corinthians 10:54-56

Though I understand the grief of our familial pain, I know death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies inside of us while we live. So may the death of my grandmother breathe life into us today as we remember to live is Christ and to die is gain.

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