God’s love, which is stronger than death, is causing me to continue walking the path of the mission the Lord has given me (John 6:1–15). “At that very time some Pharisees came and said to Him, ‘Leave this place and go somewhere else. Herod wants to kill You.’ He replied, ‘Go tell that fox, “I will keep driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach My goal.” In any case, I must press on today and tomorrow and the next day—for surely no prophet can die outside Jerusalem! Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. I tell you, you will not see Me again until you say, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord” (Luke 13:31–35). ...
A mourner who refuses to be comforted "So Jacob tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his loins and mourned for his son many days. Then all his sons and all his daughters arose to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. And he said, "Surely I will go down to Sheol in mourning for my son." So his father wept for him" (Genesis 37: 34-35). There was a grandmother in our church who lost her three children before her death. Her husband died early and had all three of her six children died when there were adults. The last son who died at the age of 56 years died as he was sleeping at her apartment living room. I still remember that moment when her son died. She was wailing and telling me, "Pastor, Pastor". I cannot forget what she said to me after her son’s funeral service: 'Pastor, I am resentful to God.' I cannot imagine how much her heart was aching when I saw her wailing a...