That there is a separating power in death is a truth too evident and too affecting to deny. Who has not lost a friend by the ruthless hand of death? What bright home has not been darkened by its visitations? It separates us from the husband of our youth, from the child of our affections, from the friend and companion of our earlier and riper years. It breaks the link that bound us to the being whose affection, sympathy, and communion seemed essential elements of our being, whose life we were used to regard as a part of our very existence.
But there is one thing from which death cannot separate us—the love of God which is in Christ Jesus, and all the blessings which that love bestows. Death separate us! No; death unites us the more closely to those blessings, by bringing us into their more full and permanent possession. Death imparts a realization and a permanence to all the splendid and holy anticipations of the Christian—the happiest moment of his life ought to be that last moment. It is the birth-day of his immortality. Then, Christian, fear not death!
“Never fear dying, beloved. Dying is the last, but the least matter that a Christian has to be anxious about. Fear living—that is a hard battle to fight, a stern discipline to endure, a rough voyage to undergo.”—C. H. Spurgeon
Adapted from Octavius Winslow