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For the Christian Who Is Afraid To Die

There is certainly little we can know scientifically about what happens after we die. There are no tests we can carry out that offer conclusive evidence of what happens when the eyes close for the final period, when the heart at last halts beating. We know, of course , the fact that body will immediately begin to decline and decay, yet what of the consciousness, what of the soul, what of that part of a person that makes your pet what he most truly is? It is that uncertainness that, for so many, results in fear of death.

What we know of life after death we must know by faith. And what does the faithful coronary heart believe about the experience of demise? James Meikle beautifully lets us know in these words.

Why so much complaint of death? It is accurate, death is the fruit associated with sin, for by bad thing, death came into the world. However it is also true, that loss of life is the finisher of sin to the godly—for by passing away sin shall be cast out there forever. Sin, conveyed to us in our conception, is really interwoven with the human body, that the tie must be blended between the soul and body, before a full and final separation can take place between soul and sin. Which then, would fear the particular furnace, which is only to eat the dross, that the gold may come forth without mix? What candidate for bliss would be averse to lie down mortality—in order to take upward immortality; to put off this corruptible body—in order to put on incorruption? to have his body sown in dishonor—in order to be raised in dignity and glory; and to have the soul dislodged from his body—that sin might be dislodged from his soul?

Why, then, should I be low at such a glorious trade? To lay down frail flesh, feeble nature, all my lusts and passions, all my occasions and temptations to sin, all my infirmities and imperfections—and to be clothed with ideal beauty and eternal glory—should rather transport than perplex me. Why tremble on the ghastly gloom, that shall beam into a boundless midday; or startle at the darkish step that shall usher me into eternal time? If my separation for some time from my friends, issues in uninterrupted communion with God, is not the change the majority of happy? If my faraway views, and dim glances of the land afar away from, and the King in his elegance, pass away—that the nearest approaches, most steady views, and brightest visions, might eternally take place—am not really I a gainer to the highest degree?

Then, Master, take away the sting of death, and at your appointed time, through faith, I shall fly into death’ h arms, not dismayed with his cold embrace—but burning with a heavenly desire to be forever with the Lord—which is far better than all the happiness associated with crowns and thrones below!