My father died six weeks ago.
The man was barely past his prime…
Ninety-eight years his lifespan though—
It seems a longer/shorter time.
So where did he go, that skeptic ghost
Who mocked at God until the end?
And, in that place, does he still boast,
His atheism to defend?
I loved that man, but Christ the Lord
Maintains a narrow entrance list.
The One whose doctrines he abhorred
By now has welcomed— or dismissed.
Today, write your own meditation on grief: a few short stanzas,
with a middle section in which a question is repeated with different answers given.
CONNECT/HOOK 
I put my hope in God’s desire that He wants none to perish. I know God is fully able to accomplish His desire, even if I can’t see quite how…but then I ask myself, why would God relinquish anything or anyone He created to Satan? I love quite a few lost people and they are lovable and I can’t quite imagine Heaven without them. So…it’s something I wrestle with but end, I just have to leave it in God’s hands and know God loves our loved ones much more than we do…we just have to trust God’s plan. Sorry you lost your dad.
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