He would call me to help him ... yes, to help him skin all those rabbits he was so fond of shooting. "Here, hold these legs... now hold them TIGHT! " he would insist. I would , but OH, how they stunk !
Through his young adult years, Uncle Karl had many hard knocks. He had some harsh experiences that left him broken-hearted and hurt.
Now Uncle Karl was a hard-worker all of his life. He lived with my family while he worked in our town on the railroad, away from his family. Uncle Karl did not have a lazy bone in his body.
That was HONESTY.
He was not a cheat.
And he bent the knees of his heart and heartily repented... ashamed of choosing sin... and very hurt at himself; Uncle Karl repented.
" I+ don't go there;
don't you go there,
We discovered that he found a way to help the American Indians, a down-trodden people, the under-dogs... because he had been an under-dog for so many years himself and he never forgot the pain of it.
" This is what GOD
wants me to do. "
So now, we have this confidence: because Uncle Karl was a New Creature in CHRIST, the LORD received him into His+ Heaven.
These ashes sitting here in this urn are going to be changed ! Uncle Karl will be restored --- complete, whole, healthy, and happy --- in his body, AT THE LAST TRUMPET!
at the last trump:
for the trumpet shall sound,
and the dead shall be raised...
the DEAD shall
and unto Whom we must give an account;
... and still loves us.... enough to save us;