Some years ago I attended the funeral of a beloved student whose grief stricken parents had no religion to turn to. A religious service was quickly organized, but I have not forgotten the feeling of awful and utter desolation accompanying the parents in their moment of unimaginable grief. Where was their boy? Were they never …
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There were further witnesses
“If a man die, shall he live again?” (Job 14:14) is a question asked by many, particularly those who grieve over the loss of a loved one. In the following poem, Tennyson is seemingly asking the same question, but as he points out, rivulet, wave, and river incessantly run their course, while no more the …
If a man die, shall he live again?
One night, eleven years ago, around midnight, I felt a strong prompting to call my beloved daughter Stephanie, just after she left work. “Why are you calling me dad?” she asked several times, as we talked. I assured her that I wanted to be sure she made it home safely, for she and her husband …
When through the deep waters I call thee to go
We have come into this life facing one common end, that being to finally arrive at that state we call death. “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven,” said the teacher. “A time to be born, and a time to die.”(Ecclesiastes 3: 12) There is probably no …
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“You shall be comforted”
Some three decades past, I was called by my brother in law to my sister’s side at the hospital. My beloved younger sister was in mourning, having just delivered a still born babe. The baby had passed some days before birth, denying his heart broken mother the opportunity of taking him into her arms to …
He lives!
Some years ago I attended the funeral of a beloved student whose grief stricken parents had no religion to turn to. A religious service was quickly organized, but I have not forgotten the feeling of awful and utter desolation accompanying the parents in their moment of unimaginable grief. Where was their boy? Were they never …
I know that my Redeemer lives!
On this the eve of Christmas, I too desire with humility to bear testimony of Him, the Son of the Most High, even Jesus Christ. I know that He lives, and I love Him with every fibre of my being, and when I shall see Him again, I shall fall at His feet, and words …