First updates: Grandma Thompson is stable and seems to be doing ok. Took Shaina to get checked out and she has Strep. Some antibiotics and she should be good as new in a couple days. Jack and family are leaving for the airport tomorrow morning and heading home to Ireland. Absolutely bittersweet. Shaina's Grandma Penrod was taken by ambulance to the hospital with fluid on the lungs/respiratory issues. She has been intubated. Chaia is hanging in there. Actually slept the bulk of the day, which was good because she needed to rest after her adventures the last few days. After about three days of fussy, and talks about possible heart failure, I said to Shaina yesterday that I hoped we hadn't seen the last of her smiles. A couple hours later, when it was just me and the bean...she did this:
Now for day two (Sunday...Hebrews 2)
"14so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— 15 and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death."
This week has held a lot of hardship and suffering for us. I've started wondering if my family needs to distance themselves from us before something like Job's story sets in.
But with two grandmas and our daughter all in precarious spots this week, I want to hone in on these two verses. We live in a culture that is enslaved by its fear of death. A disease comes along and we deem it unjust and throw money at coming up with a cure. We get angry at God when death comes when we weren't wanting it to.
But what Jesus (remember...the singular focus) does is he sets us free from fear.
For those with this singular focus (who pay careful attention, as the beginning of this chapter states) the cross and resurrection tells us death is defeated, and the enemy's power with it.
Now don't get me wrong.
This is hard. This is sad. This is painful.
But it is not the end.
I do not only believe in the cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ...I'm counting on it.
When we align ourselves to Jesus, the grip death has on us is released...because suddenly death doesn't have the final word.
And from where I sit...that is good news.