Today is Father's Day. It is also my mother's birthday.
I can't help but think of my parents today. My Mom would have been 85 on this birthday. My Dad would have shaken each of his gifts to guess the contents, usually successfully.
But there is no father to take a Father's Day present to and no mother to enjoy my birthday wishes.
"But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? (Job 14:10)"
Were my faith elsewhere, I would be sad, depressed and without hope on this day. My faith, however, as the song states, "has found a resting place, not in device or creed. I trust the ever-living One, His wounds for me shall plead."
I know I will see my parents again. They were both believers in the Lord Jesus and one day. . .
". . . the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. (1 Thessalonians 4:16-18)"
How much more dear will the reunion be because of the separation.