Who Will Rejoice When You Die?
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” ~Ephesians 6:12
Who misses you when you die says a lot.
But who rejoices says even more.
Who will rejoice when you die?
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Note: Although the top quote is widely attributed to C.S. Lewis, one authority says he cannot find it in any of Lewis’s writings. Another source attributes it to the great missionary C.T. Studd, but I find no additional attributions to Studd or anyone other than Lewis, so I’ve let it stand. Certainly, both Lewis and Studd were worthy to have prayed it.
Heh. I hope to die like Obi-Wan Kenobi, where being struck down only makes me more powerful…
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Wow. Thank you. That is a new quote to me and very timely. Yes. Amen
Powerful Quote
Thank you for making the important point that many battles are, first and foremost, spiritual ones. People aren’t always the problem, but rather the evil forces behind them.
I was at a funeral this week. Someone I didn’t know very well, but I was struck by the feelings of those who did know that person – fond memories, lots of tears. That there is your one supreme goal as a human. For your funeral to have people there who remember your love, and your acts of kindness and your genial company, and who cry because they will miss you so much.
I know my son loves me but he once said he won’t miss me when I die, because then no one will bother him with homework. 😂
How profound. ;>)
On retreat last fall, I was pondering a painting of the crucifixion with Mary and the other women at the foot of the cross, and I wondered, “who will keep vigil with me while I die?”
That’s quite a thing to ponder, Madline.
Well, Ephesians were quite wise!
Wow. Thank you for sharing.
My privilege, Chanel.
CS Lewis’ words are timeless!!
Those waiting for me in heaven.
Keep blogging for 100 years Mitch! Because you put something daily to read!💐
Aw, thank you, Ramani❣
Woah! That’s a thought worth thinking over and over. But the rejoicing holds two meanings as well, doesn’t it.
It certainly can be interpreted that way, Iba.
I would hope that my family and friends would, but I am not sure. Pondering …
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My loved one up above who are waiting for me on the other side.
I have read everything in print by C.S. Lewis, and this quote is not in anything I’ve ever read. Besides, it actually simply does not sound like something he would say. C.T. Studd is a much more likely candidate, and though only having read The Chocolate Soldier, it sounds much more like him than Lewis.
My favorite quote by Lewis can be found at https://essentialcslewis.com/confirming-c-s-lewis-quotations-series-overview/ where he says in a balloon, “I sure hope people don’t ever use meme images to attribute quotes to me that I never said and distribute them on the internet.” 😅
❤️&🙏, c.a.
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I expect my closest friends, though they will not rejoice because I’m gone, will rejoice that I’m in heaven with Jesus and all those who have gone before me. And yes, since I’m an intercessos, I’m sure the enemy of my soul and all his minions will rejoice. But I’m sure by then the Lord will have someone in place to take my place in the realm of prayerm so he won’t have the last laugh after all. What a day that will be, when my Jesus I shall see!
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Sorry for the typos in my reply. I usually check my typing before I click that button. 🙂
Interesting. I just hope it’s not my kids.
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Read Death Our Final Crossover. The last chapter of my memoir, Until My Dying Day by B. M. Lustol.
Maybe hell rejoices when a good saint is out of the fight, but I am more inclined to think the devil is frustrated, because he’s lost his last chance to corrupt or completely bring that saint down. This is more in keeping with the ending of “The Screwtape Letters,” also by C. S, Lewis. (It’s good to know a great author like Lewis has presented paradoxical ideas. Makes me feel less inadequate about my own “contradictions.”)
We’re all bundles of contradictions, Annie.