And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, and they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them. <\/i><\/p>\n
\u2014Rev. 14:13<\/i><\/p>\n
1025<\/b> Aristeides Observed The Christians<\/b><\/p>\n
About the year 125 A.D. a Greek by the name of Aristeides was writing to one of his friends about the new religion, Christianity. He was trying to explain the reasons for its extraordinary success. Here is a sentence from one of his letters:<\/p>\n
\u201cIf any righteous man among the Christians passes from this world, they rejoice and offer thanks to God, and they escort his body with songs and thanksgiving as if he were setting out from one place to another nearby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014J. G. Gilkey<\/p>\n
1026<\/b> Moody More Alive<\/b><\/p>\n
Realizing that he would soon be gone from this world one day, Moody said to a friend, \u201cSomeday you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody of Northfield is dead. Don\u2019t you believe a word of it. <\/p>\n
\u201cAt that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I shall have gone higher, that is all\u2014out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal, a body that sin cannot touch, that sin cannot taint, a body fashioned into His glorious body. I was born in the flesh in 1837; I was born of the Spirit in 1856. That which is born of the flesh may die; that which is born of the Spirit will live forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
1027<\/b> Exchanging Soiled Banknote<\/b><\/p>\n
Some said that death is paying a debt of nature. But it is not paying a debt, but rather exchanging money at the bank. We bring a crumpled note to the bank to obtain solid gold in exchange. In a Christian\u2019s death, you bring this cumbersome body, which you could not retain long; you lay it down and receive for it, from the eternal treasures, liberty, victory, knowledge, rapture. <\/p>\n
1028<\/b> Lost? <\/b><\/p>\n
A little girl whose baby brother had just died asked her mother where baby had gone. \u201cTo be with Jesus,\u201d replied the mother. A few days later, talking to a friend, the mother said, \u201cI am so grieved to have lost my baby.\u201d The little girl heard her, and, remembering what her mother had told her, looked up into her and asked, \u201cMother, is a thing lost when you know where it is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, of course not.\u201d \u201cWell, then, how can baby be lost when he has gone to be with Jesus?\u201d Her mother never forgot this. It was the truth. <\/p>\n
\u2014Junior King\u2019s Business<\/i><\/p>\n
1029<\/b> Returning The Jewels<\/b><\/p>\n
A lady, when her husband was absent, lost both her children to cholera. She laid them out with a mother\u2019s tenderness, spread a sheet over them, and waited at the door for her husband\u2019s return. <\/p>\n
\u201cA person lent me some jewels,\u201d she told her husband on his return, \u201cand he now wants to have them back. What shall I do?\u201d \u201cReturn them, by all means,\u201d said the husband. Then she led the way, and silently uncovered the forms of their children. <\/p>\n
1030<\/b> Angels Rejoice<\/b><\/p>\n
Phillips Brooks, the writer of \u201cO Little Town of Bethlehem\u201d was one of the greatest pulpit orators and best-loved preachers of the 19th century. No greater tribute could be paid him than the words of a five-year-old Boston girl, who exclaimed after her mother had told her that the beloved Mr. Brooks had died, \u201cMother, how happy the angels will be!\u201d<\/p>\n
1031<\/b> Arrived! <\/b><\/p>\n
There are Christians of a certain tribe in Africa who never say of their dead \u201cwho die in the Lord\u201d that \u201cthey have departed!\u201d Speaking, as it were, from the vantage point of the Gloryworld, they triumphantly and joyously say, \u201cThey have arrived!\u201d What joy, even in sorrow, is ours when we say of our loved ones, who enter life eternal trusting Jesus: \u201cAbsent from the body\u2014at home with the Lord!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Walter B. Knight<\/p>\n
1032<\/b> Fanny Crosby\u2019s \u201cSoul\u2019s Poem\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
One of Fanny Crosby\u2019s hymns, based on a combination of the thoughts in Ecclesiastes 12:6 and Revelation 22:4, 5 was so personal that for years she never let others see it. Professor Kenneth Osbeck says its revelation to the public came about this way. <\/p>\n
\u201cOne day at a Bible conference in Northfield, Massachusetts, Miss Crosby was asked by Dwight L. Moody to give a personal testimony concerning her faith and Christian experience. At first she hesitated, then quietly rose and said, \u201cThere is one hymn I have written which has never been published. I call it my soul\u2019s poem. Sometimes when I am troubled, I repeat it to myself, for it brings comfort to my heart.\u201d She then recited while many wept, \u201cSomeday the silver cord will break, and I no more as now shall sing; but O the joy when I shall wake within the palace of the King! And I shall see Him face to face, and tell the story\u2014saved by grace!\u201d At the age of 25, Fanny Crosby\u2019s wish that the face of Jesus would be the first she would ever see was realized.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Selected<\/p>\n
1033<\/b> Pastor\u2019s Wish Was Granted<\/b><\/p>\n
Retired Foursquare pastor Melville S. Taylor had often said that when it came time for him to die he wanted the Lord to take him while he was preaching. Last month he was guest preacher at Baseview Assembly of God church in Emerado, North Dakota. He said when he started to preach that he hadn\u2019t realized until then what the Lord wanted him to talk about, commented Steven Robbins, Baseview\u2019s pastor. <\/p>\n
\u201cThen he talked about eternal life. He stated in his message that he loved his family, but that if the Lord chose to take him home he was prepared to go right now.\u201d A moment later, said Robbins, the 71-year-old Taylor collapsed and fell from the podium, apparently having suffered a heart attack. Attempts to revive him failed. Taylor\u2019s long-standing wish had been honored. <\/p>\n
\u2014Christianity Today<\/i><\/p>\n
1034<\/b> Patrick Henry\u2019s Will<\/b><\/p>\n
Patrick Henry is a name known to every school boy. Best known perhaps is his heroic exclamation: \u201cGive me liberty, or give me death!\u201d He was an orator of top rank and also a wise and fearless statesman. He had an active and important role in forming the government of the United States and particularly some of the provisions of the Constitution. <\/p>\n
However, he lacked business ability in the sense of building up a personal fortune, so that at his death in 1799, his family was not surprised when they opened his will to read: \u201cThis is all the inheritance I can give to my dear family: The religion of Christ will give One which will make them rich indeed.\u201d<\/p>\n
1035<\/b> Bunhill Fields Cemetery<\/b><\/p>\n
One of the most interesting of London\u2019s ancient cemeteries is Bunhill Fields. There rests the dust of Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts, and Daniel Defoe, the author of Robinson Crusoe. The cemetery is sometimes spoken of as the \u201cWestminster Abbey of Nonconformity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Directly across from this ancient graveyard is the chapel of John Wesley, and the house in which he lived and died, and the monument which has been reared to his memory. Just before his death on March 2, 1791, John Wesley opened his eyes and exclaimed in a strong, clear voice, \u201cThe best of all is, God is with us!\u201d<\/p>\n
1036<\/b> Don\u2019t Grieve For Me <\/b><\/p>\n
When I\u2019ve been to my last service, <\/p>\n
And fades softly on the air, <\/p>\n
The notes of the last song for me, <\/p>\n
And then the final prayer;<\/p>\n
When friends arise and slowly walk <\/p>\n
Down the long church aisle, <\/p>\n
For that last look at my cold corpse, <\/p>\n
As they pass in single file. <\/p>\n
There may be words of flattery, <\/p>\n
And some may even sneer, <\/p>\n
Some may sob, and some may cry, <\/p>\n
Some may not shed a tear. <\/p>\n
But be what may, this much I know, <\/p>\n
I will no longer care; <\/p>\n
No earthly voice can reach my ear, <\/p>\n
As I climb that \u201cGolden Stair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Now, pen in hand, I\u2019m writing you<\/p>\n
This is my last request, <\/p>\n
Don\u2019t grieve for me; don\u2019t wish me back;<\/p>\n
For I am one most blessed. <\/p>\n
I have a hope beyond the grave; <\/p>\n
I am secure in God\u2019s great love. <\/p>\n
I leave this world with all its cares <\/p>\n
For a mansion up above. <\/p>\n
Though it be hard, please wear a smile; <\/p>\n
Rejoice, and praise our God! <\/p>\n
\u2019Tis only this old shell of mine <\/p>\n
You place beneath the sod. <\/p>\n
\u2014Edna Blubough<\/p>\n
BELIEVERS\u2019 DEATH SCENES<\/p>\n
1037<\/b> To Be Continued In Heaven<\/b><\/p>\n
Rev. James Harris, 77, of Oreana, Illinois, collapsed and died at the end of his sermon in a county home for the aged. With his last breath, he said: \u201cI have just one more point to make and then I\u2019ll close.\u201d He made that \u201clast point\u201d in heaven. <\/p>\n
1038<\/b> His Wish Fulfilled<\/b><\/p>\n
Alben Barkley the former Vice President was speaking at Washington and Lee University. \u201cI would rather be a servant in the House of the Lord than sit in the seat of the mighty,\u201d he said\u2014and fell over dead. <\/p>\n
1039<\/b> Faraday Rested On Certainties<\/b><\/p>\n
When that great Christian and scientist, Sir Michael Faraday, was dying, some journalists questioned him as to his speculations for a life after death. \u201cSpeculations!\u201d said he, \u201cI know nothing about speculations. I\u2019m resting on certainties. \u201cI know that my redeemer liveth,\u201d and because He lives, I shall live also.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Gospel Trumpet<\/i><\/p>\n
1040<\/b> Called-Held-Kept! <\/b><\/p>\n
Frances Havergal, the song writer, lived and moved in the Word of God. His Word was her constant companion. On the last day of her life, she asked a friend to read to her the 42nd chapter of Isaiah. When the friend read the sixth verse. \u201cI the Lord have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee,\u201d Miss Havergal stopped her. She whispered, \u201cCalled\u2014held\u2014kept. I can go home on that!\u201d And she did go home on that. <\/p>\n
\u2014Pentecostal Evangel<\/i><\/p>\n
1041<\/b> Vanderbilt Still A Needy Sinner<\/b><\/p>\n
It is said that Vanderbilt, the mighty multi-millionaire, as he neared the opal gates of death, asked a faithful servant to come to his bedside and sing the old Gospel hymn, \u201cCome Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy.\u201d The aged Negro put much feeling and pleading pathos into the hymn:<\/p>\n
Come ye sinners, poor and needy, <\/p>\n
Weak and wounded, sick and sore, <\/p>\n
Jesus, ready, stands to save you, <\/p>\n
Full of mercy love and pow\u2019r! <\/p>\n
Let not conscience make you linger, <\/p>\n
Nor of fitness fondly dream, <\/p>\n
All the fitness He requireth, <\/p>\n
Is to feel your need of Him! <\/p>\n
At the conclusion of the hymn, Vanderbilt, forgetting his millions, said, \u201cI\u2019m a poor and needy sinner!\u201d<\/p>\n
1042<\/b> To Glorify God In Heaven<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cI do not go to heaven to be advanced,\u201d said Brainerd on his dying bed to Jonathan Edwards, his biographer, \u201cbut to give honor to God. It is no matter where I shall be stationed in heaven, whether I have a high or low seat there, but to live and please and glorify God \u2026 My heaven is to please God and glorify Him, and give all to Him, and to be wholly devoted to His glory.\u201d<\/p>\n
1043<\/b> Regretting Wrong Sign<\/b><\/p>\n
William Barclay tells of an old man who, as he lay near death, was obviously troubled. When asked what was disturbing him, replied, \u201cOne day when I was young I was playing with some other boys at a crossroads. We reversed a sign post so that its arms were pointing in the wrong direction, and I\u2019ve never ceased to wonder how many people were sent in the wrong direction by what we did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Charles N. Pickell<\/p>\n
1044<\/b> Benjamin Franklin\u2019s Epitaph<\/b><\/p>\n
When Benjamin Franklin was about to die, he asked that a picture of Christ on the Cross should be so placed in his bedroom that he could look, as he said, \u201cupon the form of the Silent Sufferer.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wrote in advance the epitaph to be on his gravestone: \u201cThe body of Benjamin Franklin, Printer, like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here \u2026 Yet the Work itself shall not be lost; for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by the Author.\u201d<\/p>\n
1045<\/b> Webster Said \u201cAmen\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
On the night of Daniel Webster\u2019s death at Marshfield, October 24, 1852, his physician, Dr. Jeffries, knowing Mr. Webster\u2019s religious faith, suggested that he should read to him one of his favorite hymns. Mr. Webster having intimated his consent, Dr. Jeffries read Cowper\u2019s hymn, beginning. <\/p>\n
There is a fountain filled with blood<\/p>\n
Drawn from Immanuel\u2019s veins. <\/p>\n
He read on till he had finished the last stanza:<\/p>\n
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, <\/p>\n
I\u2019ll sing thy power to save, <\/p>\n
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue<\/p>\n
Lies silent in the grave. <\/p>\n
Then, although his tongue was one of the least feeble and stammering of human tongues, Webster in a clear, strong voice replied. \u201cAmen! Amen! Amen!\u201d<\/p>\n
1046<\/b> Benhoeffer\u2019s New Life<\/b><\/p>\n
During World War II, a prisoner wrote: \u201cSunday, April 8, 1945, Pastor Benhoeffer held a little service which reached the hearts of all. He had hardly finished his prayer, when the door opened. Two evil-looking soldiers came in and barked: \u201cPrisoner Benhoeffer, come with us!\u201d The words meant only one thing, the scaffold. As he bid his fellow prisoners good-bye, he said, \u201cFor me this is the beginning of a new life, eternal life.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
1047<\/b> Moody Saw Heaven<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cA few hours before entering the \u201cHomeland,\u201d Dwight L. Moody caught a glimpse of the glory awaiting him. Awakening from a sleep, he said, \u201cEarth recedes, Heaven opens before me. If this is death, it is sweet! There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.\u201d His son who was standing by his bedside said, \u201cNo, no, father, you are dreaming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u201cNo,\u201d said Mr. Moody, \u201cI am not dreaming: I have been within the gates: I have seen the children\u2019s faces.\u201d A short time elapsed and then, following what seemed to the family to be the death struggle he spoke again: \u201cThis is my triumph; this my coronation day! It is glorious!\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014G. W. Ridout<\/p>\n
1048<\/b> \u201cThe Sun Is Up\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
An old saint of God lay dying. At his request the friend who was sitting with him turned on all the lights in the house. Time passed and the old man became weaker and weaker. Finally when the night was darkest outside, the old pilgrim lifted his head, looked around, and said, \u201cPut out the lights; the sun is up,\u201d and he was gone to the place where the sun never sets. Telling of it later the friend said, \u201cWasn\u2019t that strange?\u201d<\/p>\n
No, it was not strange, for there is a light in the valley of the shadow for God\u2019s people. <\/p>\n
\u2014Al Bryant<\/p>\n
1049<\/b> Promoted To Be King<\/b><\/p>\n
The late Duke of Hamilton had two sons. The eldest, when a boy, fell into consumption which ended in his death. Two ministers went to see him, the youth took his Bible and read II Timothy 4:7 \u201cI have fought a good fight, I have finished my course. I have kept the faith, henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness.\u201d When death approached he called his younger brother and with great affection said, \u201cNow, Douglas, in a little time you will be a duke, but I shall be a king.\u201d<\/p>\n
1050<\/b> From Poorhouse To Mansion<\/b><\/p>\n
Though we may have little of this world\u2019s goods we have much for which to praise God. A woman was dying in the poorhouse. The doctor bent over her and heard her whisper, \u201cPraise the Lord.\u201d \u201cWhy, auntie,\u201d he said, \u201chow can you praise God when you are dying in a poorhouse?\u201d \u201cOh, doctor,\u201d she replied, \u201cit\u2019s wonderful to go from the poorhouse to a mansion in the skies!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014The Christian<\/i><\/p>\n
1051<\/b> Message To Baylor Students<\/b><\/p>\n
Dr. Samuel Palmer Brooks was president of Baylor University in Texas from 1902 until his death in 1931. <\/p>\n
On his deathbed he wrote a message to the senior class of 1931 which has become immortal to the students of Baylor. <\/p>\n
\u201cI stand on the border of mortal life but I face eternal life. I look backward to the years of the past to see all pettiness, all triviality, shrink into nothing and disappear. Adverse criticism has no meaning now, only the worthwhile things, the constructive things that have built for the good of mankind and the glory of God count now. There is beauty, there is joy, and there is laughter in life\u2014as there ought to be, but remember, my students, not to regard lightly nor to ridicule the sacred things, those worthwhile things. <\/p>\n
\u201cHold them dear, cherish them, for they alone will sustain you in the end, and remember, too, that only through work and oft-times through hardships may they be attained. But the compensation of blessing and sweetness at the last will glorify every hour of work and every heartache from hardship.\u201d<\/p>\n
1052<\/b> Wheaton Professor\u2019s Farewell<\/b><\/p>\n
Dr. Effie Jane Wheeler was a member of Wheaton College faculty for sixteen years. She wrote the following to faculty and student body before she entered into the presence of her Lord:<\/p>\n
My doctor at last has given what has been his real diagnosis of my illness for weeks\u2014an inoperable case of cancer of the pancreas. <\/p>\n
Now if he had been a Christian he wouldn\u2019t have been so dilatory and shaken, for he would have known, as you and I do, that life or death is equally welcome when we live in the will and presence of the Lord. <\/p>\n
If the Lord has chosen me to go to Him soon, I go gladly. On the other hand, I remember that Christ is still the Great Physician. And so in simple faith and trust I say to Him, \u201cLord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me whole.\u201d I await His answer utterly at peace. <\/p>\n
Please do not give a moment\u2019s grief to me. Think of me only happily, gaily, as I do of you. My interest is as keen as ever in everything over there\u2014Memorial Student center and buildings that are to follow, commencement affairs with all the joy and lightheartedness. <\/p>\n
I do not say a cold good-bye, but rather a warm \u201cauf Wiedersehen,\u201d till I see you again\u2014by God\u2019s power and grace on campus this fall or later in the Blessed Land, where I may be allowed to draw aside a curtain when you enter. <\/p>\n
With a heart full of love for every individual of you. <\/p>\n
\u2014Effie Jane Wheeler <\/p>\n
1053<\/b> Dying Words Of Believers<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 Matthew Henry\u2014\u201dSin is bitter. I bless God I have inward supports.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Martin Luther\u2014\u201dOur God is the God from whom cometh salvation: God is the Lord by whom we escape death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 John Knox\u2014Live in Christ, Live in Christ, and the flesh need not fear death. <\/p>\n
\u2022 John Calvin\u2014\u201dThou, Lord, bruisest me; but I am abundantly satisfied, since it is from thy hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 John Wesley\u2014\u201dThe best of all is, God is with us. Farewell! Farewell!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Charles Wesley\u2014\u201dI shall be satisfied with thy likeness\u2014satisfied, satisfied!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Baxter\u2014\u201dI have pain; but I have peace. I have peace.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Preston\u2014\u201dBlessed be God! though I change my place, I shall not change my company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Goodwin\u2014\u201dAh! is this dying? How have I dreaded as an enemy this smiling friend!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Everett\u2014\u201dGlory, glory, glory!\u201d (this expression was repeated for 25 minutes and only ceased with life itself). <\/p>\n
BELIEVER\u2019S DEATH SCENES<\/p>\n
1054<\/b> More Last Words<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 William Carey the missionary\u2014\u201dWhen I am gone, speak less<\/i> of Dr. Carey and more<\/i> of Dr. Carey\u2019s Saviour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Susanna Wesley\u2014\u201dChildren, when I am gone, sing a song of praise to God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Lady Glenorchy\u2014\u201dIf this is dying, it is the pleasantest thing imaginable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Edward Perronet, pastor\u2014\u201dGlory to God in the height of His divinity! Glory to God in the depths of His humanity! Glory to God in his all-sufficiency! Into His hands I commend my spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 John Pawson, minister\u2014\u201dI know I am dying, but my death-bed is a bed of roses. I have no thorns planted upon my dying pillow. Heaven is already begun!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 Adoniram Judson\u2014\u201dI am not tired of my work, neither am I tired of the world; yet when Christ calls me home, I shall go with the gladness of a boy bounding away from school.\u201d<\/p>\n
BELIEVERS\u2019 GRAVESTONES<\/p>\n
1055<\/b> \u201cWho Plucked The Flower?\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
There is an inscription on a child\u2019s tombstone in an English churchyard, as follows: \u201cWho plucked that flower?\u201d cried the gardener as he walked through the garden. His fellow servant answered, \u201cThe Master,\u201d And the gardener held his peace. <\/p>\n
1056<\/b> Ascended<\/b><\/p>\n
In a London cemetery is a grave and a headstone with very unusual but beautiful wording. It was erected by the famous pastor Joseph Parker for his beloved wife. He could not bring himself to write the word \u201cDied,\u201d and instead chose the better word \u201cAscended.\u201d<\/p>\n
When he himself passed away, his friends had his headstone carved with the following inscription: \u201cJoseph Parker, Born April 9, 1830, Ascended November 28, 1902.\u201d<\/p>\n
1057<\/b> Nevertheless \u2026 <\/b><\/p>\n
When Sir James Simpson, the great physician and the discoverer of anesthesia lost his eldest child he erected on the grave an obelisk pointing like a spire toward the heavens. On it he carved the words, \u201cNevertheless, I live,\u201d and above the words a butterfly, to suggest his invincible faith in Christ. <\/p>\n
1058<\/b> No Fear<\/b><\/p>\n
Into the granite that marks the grave of one of America\u2019s greatest astronomers is carved these words: \u201cI have lived too long among the stars to fear the night.\u201d<\/p>\n
1059<\/b> World\u2019s Northernmost Grave<\/b><\/p>\n
From a nineteenth-century book of anecdotes comes this report:<\/p>\n
\u201cThe earth\u2019s northernmost grave is near Cape Beechy, on the brow of a hill covered with snow. In it is buried the body of a member of the Nares Expedition. A large stone covers the dead, and on a copper tablet at the head is engraved: \u201cWASH ME, AND I SHALL BE WHITER THAN SNOW.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
1060<\/b> Only \u201cJ.C.\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
After much searching in the old cemetery of Plain Palais, at Geneva, I found the grave of John Calvin. Not far from the wall, it was covered with grass, and the shadows of the cypress free above it were playing to and fro over the grave as if to remind one of the shadowy brevity of human life. On the stone, hardly a foot high, are the letters \u201cJ.C.\u201d<\/p>\n
Across the lake rises the costly and magnificent cenotaph of one of the dukes of Brunswick. But who today is the Duke of Brunswick? Who was he then? But the man whose initials are graven on that humble grave, in keeping with his theology which exalted God and humbled man, lives forever. <\/p>\n
\u2014C. E. Macartney<\/p>\n
1061<\/b> St. Bernard\u2019s Tomb<\/b><\/p>\n
In examining St. Bernard\u2019s tomb in the present century the explorers came upon a few poor bones and a little dust wrapped in yellow silk, with the still uneffaced letters which spelt out, \u201cA bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014W. Robertson Nicoll<\/p>\n
1062<\/b> \u201cFreddy!\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
Spurgeon used to tell of an epitaph he once came across in the obscure country cemetery in England. The headstone was small and of inexpensive material, and on it were chiseled just two words: \u201cFreddy!\u201d as if someone had called a boy\u2019s name. Then underneath this, as if the boy had answered, just one word, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
1063<\/b> Hush! <\/b><\/p>\n
In the Church of St. Nazaro, in Florence, is an epitaph upon the tomb of a soldier, as fit for the whole toiling race as for his own restless life: \u201cJohannes Divultius, who never rested, rests\u2014hush!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Walter Baxendale<\/p>\n
1064<\/b> Epigram On Deaths (Gravestones)<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 Those who love God never meet for the last time. <\/p>\n
\u2014W. G. Elmslie<\/p>\n
\u2022 Death is not a period but a comma in the story of life. <\/p>\n
\u2014Amos J. Tarver, in Christian Herald<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2022 At a funeral service in Winona Lake, Indiana: \u201cWe are not in the land of the living, but in the land of the dying\u2014someday we shall be in the Land of the Living.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 No one cries when children, long absent from their parents, go home. School is out. It is time to go home. Vacation morning is a happy occasion. <\/p>\n
\u2014Beecher<\/p>\n
\u2022 We go to the grave of a friend, saying, \u201cA man is dead.\u201d But angels throng about him saying, \u201cA man is born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2022 The Christian, at his death, should not be like the child who is forced by the rod to quit his play, but like one who is wearied of it and is willing to go home. <\/p>\n
\u2014Gotthold<\/p>\n
\u2022 When I go down to the grave I can say, like so many others: I have finished my work, but I cannot say I have finished my life. My day\u2019s work will begin the next morning. My tomb is not a blind alley. It is a thoroughfare. It closes in the twilight to open in the dawn. <\/p>\n
\u2014Victor Hugo<\/p>\n
\u2022 An aged Scotchman, while dying, was asked what he thought of death, and he replied, \u201cIt matters little to me whether I live or die. If I die I will be with Jesus, and if I live Jesus will be with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014A. C. Dixon<\/p>\n
\u2022 Death did not first strike Adam, the first sinful man; nor Cain, the first murderer: but Abel, the innocent and righteous. <\/p>\n
\u2014Bishop Hall<\/p>\n
See also:<\/b> Heaven ; Martyrdom. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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