Why don Christians rejoice upon learning that they have a terminal illness, considering that?
As a daughter who’s facing the imminent death of her only surviving parent, I can tell you that my mom isn’t scared of dying. What she’s upset about is the fact that her youngest child (me) is only 28, and is about to be without both parents. She’s concerned for her grandchildren, three of whom just lost their other grandma a few months ago. She’s in a tremendous amount of pain. She hates the fact that she’ll never see her grandchildren grow up. She’s worried about my siblings and me. She aches for her brothers and sister, her numerous nieces and nephews, and great-nieces and -nephews. Yes, she’s going to heaven, and she’s pleased about that. She’s going to be reunited with her parents, one of her brothers, and my dad. But what about the rest of us who are going to be left behind? Is that a reason to celebrate? You tell me. Should my mom be happy about that? I’m sorry for ranting, and I’m not trying to be rude, but it’s awfully short-sighted to believe that Christians should be happy a
