Today, Lola Nitang died.
Sadly, I hadn’t had the chance to really know her, but seeing my other relatives grieve her and the pictures of her spirit still in her smile circulate social media and somehow all of today had brought me to this song while playing the guitar:
Face to face with Christ, my Savior,
Face to face—what will it be,
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ who died for me?
Face to face I shall behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory,
I shall see Him by and by!
Only faintly now, I see Him,
With the darkling veil between,
But a blessed day is coming,
When His glory shall be seen.
What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened,
And the dark things shall be plain.
Face to face! O blissful moment!
Face to face—to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ who loves me so.
If you’re familiar with hymns, the best ones always reserve the last stanza for heavenly imagery- the idea of looking towards eternity and being finally home with the One that loves and knows you most. If you let that sink in just a little, you’ll feel it- that deep longing of nostalgia you yearn for yet haven’t fully been introduced or experienced. But it’s that missing you feel sometimes when you feel life isn’t what it really is. And you long for this home, this warmth you’ve never met in person, but it’s the love that you’ve always wanted for yourself and those you love, and the peace John Lenon wrote and thought he desired in “Imagine”. It’s that love that knows you more than the person you think loves you best in this world.
And the thought of Lola Nitang finally home with the One that loves her best, in a body that never aches, makes me thankful.
Life goes on…and each day is a reminder of how fleeting life is…my children, my health, all just arrows to eternity. Each pointing the way, He calls us. And Jesus has made the way to home, the path that once was destroyed by sin.
Our Savior has come…He has come to let us know there is a way to come home.