I was recently saved and fervently praying for my grandfather who was diagnosed with cancer, a short time period to live and was not saved. A few months later I would fly home to attend his funeral. The day had been sunny and nice until my Uncle finished delivering the eulogy. We stood up, walked out from below the tent - as this was an outdoor funeral - and a tremendous dark cloud rushed in to abduct the sun and all the light and warmth created from it. The sky started turning black and a harsh cold wind started to blow, I knew in my spirit this was hell coming to claim my grandfather's soul. I became deeply troubled at the sight and feel of the drastic change. Directly above my head the ensuing darkness was met by a wall of light and beauty and a battle commenced. I prayed and hoped the light would win and as quickly as the darkness appeared the light drove it away reclaiming a once lost soul from the grips of the enemy. I visioned the hands of death pulling my grandfather down and then God gripping him and pulling him back.
Later that day my uncle would deliver me the message that my grandfather had accepted Christ a week before his passing. This message confirmed what I saw earlier in the sky and then is when I learned what it means to celebrate in death.
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