A member of our fellowship died unexpectedly this past Friday. Patti was a deacon’s wife, the leader of the Parents Day Out program, a regular cook at Wednesday night meals, the 2nd grade Sunday School teacher, and a mother whose youngest child is 12. Her husband Scott came home after work and found her in their bed. They still don’t know exactly how or why she passed.
BUT, Sunday I was blessed and blown away by what occurred. Scott was on the front row with hands raised praising God and a daughter on either side. With tears streaming down his face he shared briefly with the congregation about how it was a time to rejoice and how God was so good and how He suffered on the cross and how his pain was nothing compared to His Lord’s.
You can’t fake that. I ask myself, would I have even gone to the church service that day were I in his shoes, let alone be able to still praise God and give Him glory? Observing the extreme love everyone in the fellowship has for her and the circumstances of the service Sunday I have no doubt that I have witnessed the reality of what Paul was talking about in Philippians 1:20-21:
“…so now also Christ will be magnified in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain….”