Perhaps you remember my post from a few days ago about Amanda, a grave that was decorated with a Jack-O-Lantern and other Halloween things. We had quickly passed by at a stoplight, and it left a haunting picture and a mystery. Well, on Sunday we drove past the same graveyard, and I decided to try and find her grave. This was easier than I had thought. Even though the Jack-O-Lantern was gone, the flower arrangement and all the other things I remembered were still there, and it was very near the entrance, so I found it immediatly. This is Amanda's story in pictures and words. The grave is a double grave, for Amanda and her brother Ricky. They both died on the same day. Amanda was two years old and Ricky was twenty four. Perhaps a car accident, that would be my best guess. The banners and many touching things on the grave that you see are because Amanda's birthday was November 10. And it was certainly not forgotten, though she died almost five years ago. There was a special plaque from her mother which I decided not to show, due to how personal and very sad it is. Phil takes one last look back as we leave the cemetary. I truly hope that Amanda's family know all about the other mystery that I will tell you now, because it means that little Amanda is shreiking with joy now and will never cry again.
"Listen, I tell you a mystery: we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed-in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed....Death has been swallowed up in victory."
1 corinthians 15