The Final Word
Death hangs like a menacing cloud threatening to wash away all hope. Sorrow pours like unforgiving rain, and all celebration of life is buried in its flood. The soul cries out against tears and pain.
But hope is not lost. Hope is the everlasting, unyielding anchor that holds the ship of Faith afloat. The storm rages and bangs against the ship. Waves pound its side and wash over the deck. But the anchor holds, and the ship floats.
Though the storms of life rage against us. Beating us. Punishing us. Shaming us. The storms cannot sink us. The Master of the seas can sleep soundly at the stern and let the tempest tempt us to surrender to fall beneath the waves and yield to death.
But death is not the final word.