Eighteen years ago today, my mother-in-law was killed by a man, high on crack, who was driving a stolen vehicle and being chased at high speed by police. While there is much to be learned here about drug abuse, improper police procedures, and sin in general, what I want to focus on are two things.
First, when your world is rocked that
day like ours was, you need an anchor for the soul. Jesus Christ is that
anchor. I told my young sons that day when we learned their grandma was
dead that right now is the moment that we will decide whether or not
our faith is real, or if it’s just a pretend game. Faith in Christ is
not about my best life now or God being my personal cosmic genie.
Christianity is about the reality of eternity and how God made a way by
the slaughter of His Son for us to be in His presence forever.
Second, my mother-in-law was a remarkable woman. Nobody loved like she
did. Nobody gave and sacrificed like she did. No one was as committed to
the Great Commission as she was (one example—after she died, we
discovered that she gave over 40% of her income to missionaries and
missions agencies). Nobody was more supportive of my training to be a
pastor or of my preaching and teaching. When we were dirt poor and
without a vehicle, she gave us her car to use for two months after we
returned from studying in Israel until we could get the money together
to buy a car. That meant that she walked to her work every weekday for
over two months. When she died, the people from her supermarket brought
flowers to the house, and the guy who brought them was so moved by Rose
Marie’s life and example that he could barely speak. Her most common
comment to me, generally accompanied with a hug, was, “Scott, I love to
hear you preach.” I miss that ... a lot.
Rest well in the
presence of your beloved Lord Jesus, Rose Marie Klopfenstein, until that
trumpet sounds and the greatest reunion ever commences.
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