... The Lord Taketh Away.

I just returned home with my brother from San Francisco. My Grandma passed away last Thursday at 9:30am. She was 93 years old.

I had time to reflect during the funeral service today. As I sat there, I was regretful that I never once shared a meaningful conversation with my Grandma. Because she only speaks a particular dialect of Chinese (Taishanese, or Toisan), and I only speak English, we were always extremely limited in our communication. I wept in regret as her Eulogy was presented.

HOWEVER, in Christ, mourning turns into dancing. I'm reminded that He is Risen, Jesus Christ my Lord.

And because He is Risen, I know she will rise. She is a child of God by faith. And my hope isn't just that I shall one day see her again... my hope is that on that day I will communicate with her for the FIRST time.

I don't know if we'll be chattin' it up in Toisan, or if she'll be speaking in English.

But I know that it'll be with the same language we use to glorify and worship our God. It'll be in the heavenly language that people from all tribes and nations, people and tongue, will use as we fellowship with each other and with the Lamb of Glory.



Rev 7:9-10 "After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb... And they cried out in a loud voice:
"Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb."