When someone tells you to consult mediums and spiritists, who whisper and mutter, should not a people inquire of their God? Why consult the dead on behalf of the living? – Isaiah 8:19
I’m not making excuses… okay, maybe I am. Once in a while, as I’m flipping through the channels (all 150 of them), I land on the popular TV show, “Long Island Medium”. I’m fascinated and get sucked in as I watch the sage burn and the talk of “spirit” and the accuracy with which this woman reads people and their pain.
Then it dawns on me – I need to find something else to watch and put my faith in God and not a human being who may claim to speak to my departed loved ones. It’s a struggle for me because I so want to believe that someone could actually communicate with them and tell me what they think and how they are doing. Most of the living who have lost loved ones wish that could happen.
But it can’t – it really can’t. As sad as the realization makes me, I know that my parents are doing well because they are in heaven with Jesus. I also know that there is no remembrance of things past – they do not remember me, but they are no longer in pain and they are young and happy. I have that assurance from God’s Holy Word. That’s good enough for me because that is truth.
Sometimes when we miss our loved ones so much, we want to believe that a gifted psychic or spiritual advisor could speak with them and be a translator of sorts – just so we could hear from them just one more time. But according to God’s Word, once our loved ones go to heaven, they don’t remember the former things of earth. We who are left to live on should have hope because we know they are happy and free of sorrow and pain.
God weeps for those of us who are still stuck here because He is taking care of our loved one(s). We need to trust God and His promises. Just have faith in Him. If we can trust God for our needs and remember our loved one(s) are alright, it will help us to be alright too.
You know, sometimes when I pray to God, I ask Him to pass along messages to my mom and dad. I like to think He does that for me – because He knows that I’m still stuck down here to keep living and struggling on without them. It’s not easy, but when I think about God passing my messages along – it makes me smile. 🙂