DEATH:
NO FEAR OF

I once heard a Methodist bishop say that when he was a very young minister he was called to the bedside of an elderly woman who had obviously but a few hours left for this world. The bishop admitted that he was badly frightened, but the old saint was completely relaxed and radiantly happy. He tried to commiserate with her and muttered something about how sorry he was that she had to die, but she wouldn’t hear any such talk. “Why, God bless you, young man,” she said cheerfully; “there’s nothing to be scairt about. I’m just going to cross over Jordan in a few minutes, and my Father owns the land on both sides of the river.”

2 Corinthians 5:1–8; Philippians 1:21–24

Born After Midnight, 118.