Day 119: That Final Day

Should be Day 155.  I was read this verse when I was inspired to write a little something about that moment when someone passes from one world to the next.

2 Corinthians 3:18 "But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord."

She stared at her face in the reflection of the soldier's armor.  It was old from age, wrinkled from worry, dirty from the squalor that she lived in, scarred from the case of measles that she had gotten when she was eight, and most importantly, tired.  Tired of life, tired of all the pain she had suffered, and tired from all the cruelty in this world.  She had run out of resistance to continue fighting.  She could feel the blood continuing to ooze from the bullet holes in her chest and stomach but she didn't care anymore.  Breathing was growing more difficult with each breath.  Her temples buzzed, and her vision grew blurry.  The screams from her neighbors as their shacks continued getting attacked by the enemy soldiers faded from her ears.  All that was in focus was her face gleaming in the blue silver mirror of the breastplate.

Then she noticed her reflection started morphing.  Her graying hair became raven black again.  Her face grew smooth and blemish-free.  Her eyes had a certain twinkle in them, and a glow descended on her entire complexion. She couldn't figure out where it had come from, or why she was so happy.  She touched her face as she leaned closer into the mirror, that was now an actual oval mirror in a gold frame.  She felt no pain as she leaned forward and touched her youthful cheeks.  The reflection was so sharp that it looked like her reflection could come out and touch her.  As she continued staring, she noticed another figure beyond her reflection that was walking towards her.  It was a Jewish man with a kind face dressed in a white robe.  His arms were outstretched, and He was calling her name.  He came closer and closer until she finally only saw Him in the mirror.  She responded by reaching out to touch His hand.  Her hand went right through the mirror and touched His.  Still He beckoned.  As if in a trance, she walked straight through the mirror and sauntered next to Him as they walked up a winding staircase.  She never looked back, only forward at the gleaming city.