Hello my friend Markus hi-ho Silvers,
In answer to your question, Seek and you shall find.
I have questioned God before. I don't know anyone who has never(although i venture to guess that BV would say he has not.):o). I questioned The Almighty just the other day, when a friend of ours, full of Grace, died from her battle with cancer. But you know... answers came from the strangest place. My answer to that very question came from our friend herself. Before she died, she told her husband this which was revealed at her memorial service. " All physical healing on this earth, is at best... temporary" .
That may not say much to you right now, but buddy, it spoke volumes to me. And it ties in perfectly with the scriptures that I posted last night. ESP. the first part of verse 11:: Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims,
and another verse:: Hebrews 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
We sing a song called "This world is not my home" and I think of it now, we are to live our lives as strangers and pilgrims here, because we are here but a fleeting moment.
This world is not my home
I'm just a passing through.
My treasures are laid up,
somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me,
from heaven's open door;
And I can't feel at home,
in this world anymore.
O Lord you know,
I have no friend like You,
If heaven's not my home,
Then Lord what would I do?
The Angels beckon me
from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore.
They're all expecting me,
And that's one thing I know,
My SAVIOR pardoned me,
and now I onward go;
I know He'll take me thru
Tho I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore.
O Lord you know,
I have no friend like You,
If heaven's not my home,
Then Lord what would I do?
The Angels beckon me
from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore.
Just up in glory-land
We'll live eternally,
The saints on every hand
are shouting VICTORY!!!
Their song of sweetest praise
drifts back from heaven's shore,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore.
O Lord you know,
I have no friend like You,
If heaven's not my home,
Then Lord what would I do?
The Angels beckon me
from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore.
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