Every time we've sung "I Know That My Redeemer Lives" this Easter, I remembered my mother-in-law's funeral. It was the final hymn. The casket was escorted out by the funeral director, and the pall bearers (including my sons) followed.
The guys put their hymnals back in the pew rack and filed out, singing the hymn (from memory) with the rest of the congregation.
Is there anything in this earthly life that's better than that?
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