Yesterday marked 2 years since my sweet grandmother passed away unexpectedly due to a cardiac arrest. So I went and spent some time at her grave site. While there, I reread for the first time my journal entry from the day after her death. Reading the entry made me weep like a baby. In the entry, I lamented the fact that I never got to say goodbye to her or give her one last hug. I wrote how sad I was that I would never again be able to make a gingerbread house or solve a puzzle or watch a Reds game with her. But what really broke my heart was when I read this: “I have a great lack of peace with the fact that I do not know if grandma was saved and is in heaven… Grandma, please forgive me for not telling you about Jesus with more courage and urgency.” It is possible that my Grandma is with Christ in heaven, but as much as I pray that is the case, I simply cannot be sure. And this uncertainty is one of the most difficult feelings I have ever wrestled with. Our earthly lives only last 80...