Yes, my anchor held, and what a remarkable experience that was. A life-changing experience, to be sure. Not because I recovered, but because I knew my faith was true. Because when I feared my illness might end in death, I turned toward my God and not away, and He was with me to save me, into His arms or out of the fire—at the time I did not know which. And He is always with me in just this same way. With Jesus, death will always be a reward and a homecoming—something to anticipate rather than to dread. O Death, where is your victory? O Death, where is your sting? The Author of life has destroyed you and won us the victory.
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