The Hope of a Glorious Resurrection
Of all my posts on this blog, this one is perhaps the most important. The experience I am going to tell you about is the one in which my faith in Christ has been the most needed and was the only thing to bring peace and joy. Today would be my grandma's 75th birthday. It's been 11 years since she passed away. I was 13. She was my best friend, and I thought my world would end when she died. Growing up, I had been taught about the resurrection of the dead and the sealing power that bound families on Earth and through the eternities. I had always believed that my parents and teachers weren't lying to me. I had always hoped it was true. But starting that night, I needed it to be true. I clung to my hope desperately. I needed to know that I would see my grandma again, and that she would be my grandma when I did. That she would hug me and hold me and whisper in my ear "I love you", just like she did when she was alive. That she would wrap her arms around me and never...