Tidings for Tuesday

By faith, Enoch was translated that he should not see death, as was not found, because God had translated him, for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God. Hebrews 11:5

Some wag with a wry sense of humour wrote an epitaph to be placed on Adolph Hitler’s tombstone: ‘This is absolutely my last territorial demand!’ Surely none of us and nobody that we know is as greedy or as hideously evil as Hitler, but we all share one thing with him, we have a claim on a small piece of ground somewhere. The undertaker looks at every one of us with the knowledge that we will be his customer eventually. The day after we were born we are already a day closer to our death than we were the day before. Only two men in all of history have escaped the Grim Reaper’s clutches; the first being the hero of today’s text. We love to read about Enoch because he reminds us that, just like him, we have reason to hope that we just might evade the King of Terrors.

On one hand we read of medical advances that are enabling people to live longer. On the other hand, we see loved ones, acquaintances, and neighbours succumb to heart disease, cancer, and other diseases that end life all too soon. Our sinful bodies all have the stamp of death, we are all making our way there. But for the redeemed of the Lord, there is that glorious hope that the Rapture will occur before our bodies breathe their last. We dread death, we hate to talk about it, we don’t want to think about dying. So even if we go before the Lord comes for us, we keep the hope ever before us of not having to pass through that dark valley.

Enoch’s departure is called a translation. He simply disappeared from his earthly environment and appeared in his Heavenly home. In the twinkle of an eye, he left here and arrived there. That’s what the Lord has promised it will be like for us. Whatever is happening to us here will cease, and suddenly we will be forever with the Lord.

Yes, dear Brothers and Sisters, the Lord is coming for us, to take us from the vale of tears, this death-dogged pathway, this painful ditch of disappointment, away to His own glad presence forever. Even so, come, Lord Jesus! – Jim MacIntosh

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