{"id":926,"date":"2016-08-15T23:03:01","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:03:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/last-words\/"},"modified":"2016-08-15T23:03:01","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:03:01","slug":"last-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/last-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Last Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Appreciation of Heaven<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Appreciation of heaven is frequently highest among those nearing death. Suffering both increases our desire for heaven and prepares us for it. John Bradford (1510\u20131555), less than five months before his fiery departure from life for preaching the gospel in violent times, wrote to a friend of the glories of heaven he anticipated: <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'>I am assured that though I want here, I have riches there; though I hunger here, I shall have fullness there; though I faint here, I shall be refreshed there; and though I be accounted here as a dead man, I shall there live in perpetual glory.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'>That is the city promised to the captives whom Christ shall make free; that is the kingdom assured to them whom Christ shall crown; there is the light that shall never go out; there is the health that shall never be impaired; there is the glory that shall never be defaced; there is the life that shall taste no death; and there is the portion that passes all the world\u2019s preferment. There is the world that shall never wax worse; there is every want supplied freely without money; there is not danger, but happiness, and honour, and singing, and praise and thanksgiving unto the heavenly Jehovah, \u201cto him that sits on the throne,\u201d \u201cto the lamb\u201d that here was led to the slaughter, that now \u201creigns\u201d with whom I \u201cshall reign\u201d after I have run this comfortless race through this miserable earthly vale.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>John Gilmore, Probing Heaven, Key Questions on the Hereafter, (Grand Rapids: Baker Book House, 1989, pp. 26-27.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Confidence In Death<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Charles Simeon, the great 19th-century English preacher, lived in this hope to the day of his death. As he lay mortally ill in his Cambridge home, he realized that his time on earth was fast slipping away. He turned to those at his bedside and asked, \u201cDo you know what comforts me just now? I find infinite consolation in the fact that in the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>His friends asked him how that thought could give him solace as he faced death. He answered with the confidence of one about to meet his Lord, \u201cWhy, if God can bring all the wonder of the worlds out of nothing, He may still make something out of me!\u201d &#8211; P.R.V.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, April 20<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Died Singing<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>John Huss, the Bohemian reformer, was burned at the stake in 1415. Before his accusers lit the fire, they placed on his head a crown of paper with painted devils on it. He answered this mockery by saying, \u201cMy Lord, Jesus Christ, for my sake, wore a crown of thorns; why should not I then, for His sake, wear this light crown, be it ever so ignominious? Truly I will do it willingly.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>After the wood was stacked up to Huss\u2019 neck, the Duke of Bavaria asked him to renounce his preaching. Trusting completely in God\u2019s Word, Huss replied, \u201cIn the truth of the gospel which I preached, I die willingly and joyfully today.\u201d The wood was ignited, and Huss died while singing, \u201cJesus Christ, the Son of the living God, have mercy on me.\u201d &#8211; P.R.V.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, March 7<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Pains of Hell<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Oh that I was to lie a thousand years upon the fire that is never quenched to purchase the favor of God&#8230;But it is a fruitless wish. Millions and millions of years would bring me no nearer to the end of my torments than one poor hour! Oh, the insufferable pains of hell! <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Sir Francis Newport, who ridiculed Christianity during his life.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Be a Good Man<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>With his health failing, Scottish novelist Sir Walter Scott summoned his son-in-law to his bedside. \u201cI may only have a few minutes with you,\u201d he said, \u201cso be a good man. Be virtuous, be religious, be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, December 3, 1995, p. 8.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Death at Age 29<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>David Brainerd, pioneer missionary to the American Indians, lay ill. Plagued by health problems throughout his life, Brainerd was facing death at the age of only 29.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>With his affairs in order, Brainerd was eager to join his Lord: \u201cO, why is his chariot so long in coming? I long to be in heaven, praising and glorifying God with the holy angels.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>On October 9, he passed from this life to the next.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, November 12, 1995, p. 19.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Dying Statements of the Unsaved<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Listen to the difference in the recorded testimonies of those who died without Christ and those who died with Him. First are those who sowed their lives against the Lord Jesus Christ and the truth of the Word of God, and here is what they reaped in death.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>1. Talleyrand Perigord: &quot;I am suffering the pangs of the damned.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>2. Merabeau: &quot;Give me laudanum that I may not think of eternity.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>3. Francis Newport: &quot;Oh, that I was to lie a thousand years upon the fire that never is quenched, to purchase the favor of God, and be united to Him again! But it is a fruitless wish. Millions of millions of years would bring me no nearer to the end of my torments than one poor hour. Oh, eternity, eternity! forever and forever! Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>4. Thomas Hobbs: a skeptic: &quot;If I had the whole world, I would give it to live one day. I shall be glad to find a hole to creep out of the world at. About to take a leap into the dark!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>5. Thomas Paine: the noted American infidel and author: &quot;I would give worlds if I had them, that The Age of Reason had never been published. O Lord, help me! Christ, help me! O God, what have I done to suffer so much? But there is no God! But if there should be, what will become of me hereafter? Stay with me, for God\u2019s sake! Send even a child to stay with me, for it is hell to be alone. If ever the Devil had an agent, I have been that one.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>6. Francois Voltaire: the noted French infidel. He was one of the most fertile and talented writers and strove to retard and demolish Christianity. His cry in health concerning Christ was, &quot;Curse the wretch!&quot; He said once, &quot;In twenty years, Christianity will be no more. My single hand shall destroy the edifice it took twelve apostles to rear.&quot; Some years after his death, his very printing press was employed in printing New Testaments.  The Christian physician who attended Voltaire during the last illness, has left a testimony concerning the departure of this poor lost soul. He wrote to a friend as follows: &quot;When I compare the death of a righteous man, which is like the close of a beautiful day, with that of Voltaire, I see the difference between bright, serene weather and a black thunderstorm. It was my lot that this man should die under my hands. Often did I tell him the truth.  \u2019Yes, my friend,\u2019 he would often say to me, \u2019you are the only one who has given me good advice. Had I but followed it I would not be in the horrible condition in which I now am. I have swallowed nothing but smoke. I have intoxicated myself with the incense that turned my head. You can do nothing for me. Send me a mad doctor! Have compassion on me-I am mad!\u2019   The physician goes on to say: &quot;I cannot think of it without shuddering. As soon as he saw that all the means he had employed to increase his strength had just the opposite effect, death was constantly before his eyes. From this moment, madness took possession of his soul. He expired under the torments of the furies.&quot;  At another time his doctor quoted Voltaire as saying: &quot;I am abandoned by God and man! I will give you half of what I am worth if you will give me six months\u2019 life. Then I shall go to hell; and you will go with me. O Christ! O Jesus Christ!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>7. Charles IX: This cruel wretch, urged on by his inhumane mother, gave the order for the massacre of the Huguenots in which 15,000 souls were slaughtered in Paris alone, and 100,000 in other sections of France, for no other reason than that they owned Christ as their master. The guilty King died bathed in blood bursting from his own veins. To his physicians he said in his last hours: &quot;Asleep or awake, I see the mangled forms of the Huguenots passing before me. They drip with blood. They point at their open wounds. Oh! that I had spared at least the little infants at the breast! What blood! I know not where I am. How will all this end? What shall I do? I am lost forever! I know it. Oh, I have done wrong. God pardon me! &quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>8. David Strauss: outstanding representative of German rationalism, after spending years of his life trying to dispense with God: &quot;My philosophy leaves me utterly forlorn! I feel like one caught in the merciless jaws of an automatic machine, not knowing at what time one of its great hammers may crush me!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>9. Sir Thomas Scott: &quot;Until this moment I thought there was neither a God nor a hell. Now I know and feel that there are both, and I am doomed to perdition by the just judgment of the Almighty.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>10. M. F. Rich: an atheist: &quot;I would rather lie on a stove and broil for a million years than go into eternity with eternal horrors that hang over my soul! I have given my immortality for gold; and its weight sinks me into an endless, hopeless, helpless hell.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>John W. Lawrence, Life\u2019s Choices, Multnomah Press, Portland, Oregon 1975, pp 54\u201359.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Dying Statements of the Saved<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Now let us take the contrast. Here are believers in the Lord Jesus Christ who have accepted the grace of God for salvation for both time and eternity.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>1. Jordan Antie: &quot;The chariot has come, and I am ready to step in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>2. Margaret Prior: &quot;Eternity rolls up before me like a sea of glory.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>3. Martha McCrackin: &quot;How bright the room! How full of angels.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>4. Dr. Cullen: &quot;I wish I had the power of writing: I would describe how pleasant it is to die.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>5. B. S. Bangs: &quot;The sun is setting: mine is rising. I go from this bed to a crown. Farewell.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>6. John Arthur Lyth: &quot;Can this be death? Why, it is better than living! Tell them I die happy in Jesus.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>7. Trotter: &quot;I am in perfect peace, resting alone on the blood of Christ. I find this amply sufficient with which to enter the presence of God.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>8. Mrs. Mary Frances: &quot;Oh, that I could tell you what joy I possess! I am full of rapture. The Lord doth shine with such power upon my soul. He is come! He is come!<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>9. Philip Heck: &quot;How beautiful! The opening heavens around me shine!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>10. Sir David Brewster: inventor of the kaleidoscope: &quot;I will see Jesus: I shall see Him as He is. I have had the light for many years. Oh, how bright it is! I feel so safe and satisfied!<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>11. Charles Wesley: author of over 4,000 published hymns: &quot;I shall be satisfied with Thy likeness. Satisfied!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>12. John Wesley: &quot;The best of all is, God is with me.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>13. Abbott: &quot;Glory to God! I see heaven sweetly opened before me.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>14. Augustus Toplady: author of &quot;Rock of Ages&quot;: &quot;The consolations of God to such an unworthy wretch are so abundant that He leaves me nothing to pray for but a continuance of them. I enjoy heaven already in my soul.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>15. John Quincy Adams: When John Quincy Adams was eighty years of age a friend said to him: &quot;Well, how is John Quincy Adams?&quot; &quot;Thank you,&quot; he said, &quot;John Quincy Adams is quite well. But the house where he lives is becoming dilapidated. It is tottering. Time and the seasons have nearly destroyed it, and it is becoming quite uninhabitable. I shall have to move out soon. But John Quincy Adams is quite well, thank you.&quot; At death he said: &quot;This is the last of earth. I am content.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>16. Mrs. Catherine Booth: wife of the general of the Salvation Army: &quot;The waters are rising, but so am I. I am not going under, but over. Do not be concerned about dying; go on living well, the dying will be right.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>17. Elizabeth B. Browning: an English poetess who had said: &quot;We want the touch of Christ\u2019s hand upon our literature.&quot; At death\u2019s door, she said: &quot;It is beautiful!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>18. John Bunyan: author of Pilgrim\u2019s Progress: &quot;Weep not for me, but for yourselves. I go to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who will, through the mediation of His blessed Son, receive me, though a sinner, where I hope we shall meet to sing the new song, and remain everlastingly happy, world without end.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>19. John Calvin: the French Protestant Reformer at Geneva: &quot;Thou, Lord, bruisest me, but I am abundantly satisfied, since it is from Thy hand.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>20. Adoniram Judson: American missionary to Burma. He wrote: &quot;Come, Holy Spirit, Dove Divine,&quot; and other hymns. He died at sea and his body was committed to the great deep. He said: &quot;I go with the gladness of a boy bounding away from school. I feel so strong in Christ.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>21. A. J. Gordon: As he lay in the chamber in West Brookline Street, Boston, looked up and with one radiant burst of joy cried: &quot;Victory! Victory!&quot; and so he went home.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>22. Dr. William Anderson: of Dallas, Texas: He seemed better though still very ill. His mother was sitting in the room with him. He gently called to her, &quot;Come over here a minute.&quot; As she approached his bed, he said, &quot;I want to tell you something. I am going to beat you to heaven.&quot; And with a smile he shut his eyes and was gone.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>23. Dr. Sewall: an old Methodist, when dying shouted aloud the praises of God. His friends said, &quot;Dr. Sewall, do not exert yourself; whisper, doctor, whisper.&quot; &quot;Let angels whisper, &quot; said he, &quot;but the soul cleansed from sin by the blood of Christ, a soul redeemed from death and hell, just on the threshold of eternal glory\u2014oh, if I had a voice that would reach from pole to pole, I would proclaim it to all the world: Victory! Victory! through the blood of the Lamb!&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>24. Samuel Rutherford: When he was dying said: &quot;I am in the happiest pass to which man ever came. Christ is mine, and I am His; and there is nothing now between me and resurrection, except\u2014Paradise.&quot;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>When you die, on which side of the ledger will your words be?<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>John W. Lawrence, Life\u2019s Choices, Multnomah Press, Portland, Oregon 1975, pp 54\u201359.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Death Bed Quotes<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On his death bed, the German poet Heinrich Heine said this, and then no more: \u201cGod will pardon me&#8230;It\u2019s his job&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When Thomas Hooker lay dying, a friend said, \u201cBrother, are you going to receive the reward of your labors.\u201d He humbly replied, \u201cBrother, I am going to receive mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201cLast words are for fools who haven\u2019t said enough.\u201d (Karl Marx, to his housekeeper when she asked if he had a final message.)<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Sources unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Gave It All<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'>The first date Jim (Elliot) asked me for was to a missionary meeting at Moody Church in Chicago, late in April. Not surprising that he would choose an event like this rather than a concert or dinner out. The speaker was one of the daughters of the famous missionary to Africa C. T. Studd. She told of her father\u2019s last hours. He lay on his cot, gazing around the little hut and at his few possessions. \u201cI wish I had something to leave to each of you,\u201d he said to the handful of people present, \u201cbut I gave it all to Jesus long ago.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Passion and Purity, Elizabeth Elliot, Revell, 1984, p. 43<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The Enemy<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Ray had been in a coma for four days. Once powerful and muscular, his arms lay quietly at his flanks. Physically exhausted and consumed by his two-year struggle with colon cancer, he lay in his hospital bed motionless, a living chrysalis in an inverted cocoon. He would soon die, most likely within the day.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>My hospital visit that morning brought me to Ray\u2019s room at 5:30. The nursing station and patient rooms were quiet and, in one of the paradoxes of hospital life, even peaceful\u2014if such a thing as peace is possible in a place where life and death constantly vie for dominance. Sitting silently at his bedside, Ray\u2019s wife of 40 years, Jean, had placed her small hand softly on her husband\u2019s right shoulder. No examination would be necessary today. In deference to Jean\u2019s vigil, I pulled a chair abreast of hers and joined her silent watch, conjointly marveling at the physical stamina and endurance of the human body and pondering the mystery of the approach of physical death. Lost in our private thoughts and beset by personal memories of this marvelous man, we sat together, bonded by our grief and captivated by the drama slowly unfolding before us.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Suddenly, an awesome thing happened. Lasarus like, Ray sat bolt upright in his bed. Fiercely clutching the sides of his bed, Ray contracted his arms as he gasped with apparent abject horror into the void at the foot of his bed. This totally unanticipated activity was immediately followed by an equally unexpected loosening of his vocal cords\u2014silent for these four days\u2014in a terrifying scream that cascaded down the quiet hospital corridor.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>In four short clauses that reverberate even today in my mind as I reflect on his death ten years ago, Ray screamed into the early morning surrounding his bed: \u201cNo! I don\u2019t want to go&#8230;I don\u2019t want to die&#8230;I won\u2019t go!\u201d Completely exhausted by this emotional and physical outburst, Ray collapsed into the bed, gasped the humid air of the hospital room two or three times, and died.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>King Hezekiah would understand.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>The Enemy, Norwood R. Anderson, in Christianity Today, February 7, 1994, p. 36<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Deceitfulness of Sin<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The deceitfulness of sin is vividly seen in the life of the French philosopher Rousseau. He declared, \u201cNo man can come to the throne of God and say, \u2018I\u2019m a better man than Rousseau.\u2019\u201d When he knew death was close at hand, he boasted, \u201cAh, how happy a thing it is to die, when one has no reason for remorse or self-reproach.\u201d Then he prayed, \u201cEternal Being, the soul that I am going to give Thee back is as pure at this moment as it was when it proceeded from Thee; render it a partaker of Thy felicity!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>This is an amazing statement when we realize that Rousseau didn\u2019t profess to be born again. In his writings he advocated adultery and suicide, and for more than 20 years he lived in licentiousness. Most of his children were born out of wedlock and sent to a foundling home. He was mean, treacherous, hypocritical, and blasphemous.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>God\u2019s Will be Done<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>As a lawyer, as a congressman, as Governor of Ohio, and as President of the United States, William McKinley had a close relationship with his mother. He either visited her or sent a message to her every day.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>When she became seriously ill, he arranged to have a special train standing by, ready to take him to her bedside. Mrs. McKinley died December 12, 1897, in the arms of her 54-year-old son. Her gentle, Christian virtues helped mold the President\u2019s character, for when he was gunned down in Buffalo, New York, about 4 years later, he showed no bitterness toward his assassin. With Christian courage he said, \u201cGod\u2019s will be done.\u201d Before he died, he asked to hear once again the hymn \u201cNearer, My God, to Thee,\u201d which his mother had taught him.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, May 14, 1995<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Hope Needs a Foundation<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A little over a month before he died, the famous atheist Jean-Paul Sartre declared that he so strongly resisted feelings of despair that he would say to himself, \u201cI know I shall die in hope.\u201d Then in profound sadness, he would add, \u201cBut hope needs a foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, April 17, 1995<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Great God<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>On his deathbed, British preacher Charles Simeon smiled brightly and asked the people gathered in his room, \u201cWhat do you think especially gives me comfort at this time?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>When they all remained silent, he exclaimed, \u201cThe creation! I ask myself, \u2018Did Jehovah create the world or did I?\u2019 He did! Now if He made the world and all the rolling spheres of the universe, He certainly can take care of me. Into Jesus\u2019 hands I can safely commit my spirit!\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Hudson Taylor, founder of China Inland Mission, in the closing months of his life said to a friend, \u201cI am so weak. I can\u2019t read my Bible. I can\u2019t even pray. I can only lie still in God\u2019s arms like a little child and trust.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, January 1, 1994<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>D. L. Moody<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Thursday, December 21, 1899, after cutting short a Kansas City crusade and returning home in ill health, D. L. Moody told his family, \u201cI\u2019m not discouraged. I want to live as long as I am useful, but when my work is done I want to be up and off.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The next day Moody awakened after a restless night. In careful, measured words he said, \u201cEarth recedes, Heaven opens before me!\u201d His son, Will, concluded his father was dreaming. \u201cNo, this is no dream, Will. It is beautiful. It is like a trance. If this is death, it is sweet. There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Moody, December, 1993, p. 70<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>True Thankfulness<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>John Wesley was about 21 years of age when he went to Oxford University. He came from a Christian home, and he was gifted with a keen mind and good looks. Yet in those days he was a bit snobbish and sarcastic. One night, however, something happened that set in motion a change in Wesley\u2019s heart. While speaking with a porter, he discovered that the poor fellow had only one coat and lived in such impoverished conditions that he didn\u2019t even have a bed. Yet he was an unusually happy person , filled with gratitude to God. Wesley, being immature, thoughtlessly joked about the man\u2019s misfortunes. \u201cAnd what else do you thank God for?\u201d he said with a touch of sarcasm. The porter smiled, and in the spirit of meekness replied with joy, \u201cI thank Him that He has given me my life and being, a heart to love Him, and above all a constant desire to serve Him!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Deeply moved, Wesley recognized that this man knew the meaning of true thankfulness. Many years later, in 1791, John Wesley lay on his deathbed at the age of 88. Those who gathered around him realized how well he had learned the lesson of praising God in every circumstance. Despite Wesley\u2019s extreme weakness, he began singing the hymn, \u201cI\u2019ll Praise My Maker While I\u2019ve Breath.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread, December 12<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>What Really Counts<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>1. John Bacon, eminent 18th-century English sculptor, said on his deathbed, \u201cWhat I was as an artist seemed to be of some importance while I lived, but what I really am as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ is the only thing of importance to me now.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>2. English physicist and chemist Michael Faraday (1791\u20131867) was asked, \u201cHave you ever pondered by yourself what will be your occupation in the next world?\u201d Faraday hesitated awhile and then responded, \u201cI shall be with Christ, and that is enough.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>3. The 17th century Scottish theologian Samuel Rutherford gave this triumphant testimony before he stepped into eternity: \u201cMine eye shall see my Redeemer. He has pardoned, loved, and washed me, and given me joy unspeakable and full of glory. Glory shines in Immanuel\u2019s land!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Daily Walk, April 10, 1992<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Glorious God<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>On the day of her (Idelette\u2019s) death, John Calvin was impressed with her serenity. \u201cShe suddenly cried out in such a way that all could see that her spirit had risen far above this world. These were her words, \u2018O glorious resurrection! O God of Abraham and of all of our fathers, the believers of all the ages have trusted on Thee and none of them have hoped in vain. And now I fix my hope on Thee.\u2019 These short statements were cried out rather than distinctly spoken. These were not lines suggested by someone else but came from her own thoughts.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>An hour later she could no longer speak and her mind seemed confused. \u201cYet her facial expressions revealed her mental alertness,\u201d John recalled later. \u201cI said a few words to her about the grace of Christ, the hope of everlasting life, our marriage and her approaching departure. Then I turned aside to pray.\u201d Before long she quietly \u201cslipped from life into death.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Christian History, Vol 5, No. 4, p. 15<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>So Little Done So Much to Do<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The last days of British statesman and colonial leader Cecil Rhodes were marked by grave disappointment. He died from heart disease at a time when he was beset by personal scandals and discredited by unwise political decisions. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Lewis Mitchel, who as at Rhodes\u2019s bedside in his cottage near Cape Town, South Africa heard the dying man murmur, \u201cSo little done, so much to do.\u201d Yet there\u2019s more than this to the story of Cecil Rhodes. He migrated to South Africa from Britain for health reasons. It was there that Rhodes made a vast fortune in gold and diamond mining. Even though he died feeling he had much more to do, he has left a lasting legacy because he used part of his fortune to endow the famous Rhodes scholarship program. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, July 28, 1992<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Quotes<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>1. Let me pass over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.General T.J. \u201cStonewall\u201d Jackson\u2014wounded by his own men, he died shortly after.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>2. I am not come hither to deny my Lord and Master. Anne Askew\u2014July 16, 1545\u2014burned at the stake after torture on the rack, at the age of 25<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>3. \u201cOur God is the God from whom cometh salvation: God is the Lord by whom we escape death.\u201d &#8211; Martin Luther<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>4. \u201cLive in Christ, live in Christ, and the flesh need not fear death.\u201d &#8211; John Knox<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>5. \u201cThou, Lord, bruisest me; but I am abundantly satisfied, since it is from Thy hand.\u201d &#8211; John Calvin<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>6. John Wesley, just before he died in his 88th year, sat up, looked at his loved ones weeping at his bedside, and said, \u201cBest of all, God is with us. Farewell, Farewell!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>7. \u201cI shall be satisfied with Thy likeness\u2014satisfied, satisfied!\u201d &#8211; Charles Wesley<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>8. I have only a little longer of earthly darkness, and then the sunshine of the Father\u2019s throne. God is love. Good night, good night. &#8211; Ira Sankey (who lived in Brooklyn the last years of his life and after years of blindness died in 1908).<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>9. Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man; we shall this day light such a candle, by God\u2019s grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out &#8230; Father of heaven, receive my soul! &#8211; Hugh Latimer\u2014October 16, 1555\u2014burned at the stake for the gospel.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal'>10. Lord, however Thou dispose of me, continue and go on to do good for them. Pardon Thy foolish people! Forgive their sins and do not forsake them, but love and bless them. Give them consistency of judgment, one heart, and mutual love; and go on to deliver them, and with the work of reformation; and make the name of Christ glorious in the world. Teach those who look too much on Thy instruments, to depend more upon Thyself&#8230;And pardon the folly of this short prayer. And give me rest for Jesus Christ\u2019s sake, to whom, with Thee and Thy Holy Spirit, be all honor and glory, now and forever! Amen. &#8211; Oliver Cromwell\u2014September 3, 1658\u2014before died as a result of a fever<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Sources unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Rejoice<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Herman Lange, a German Christian was to be executed by the Nazis during WWII. In his cell on the night before he was to be killed, Lange wrote a note to his parents. He said two feelings occupied his mind: \u201cI am, first, in a joyous mood, and second filled with great anticipation.\u201d Then he made this beautiful affirmation: \u201cIn Christ I have put my faith, and precisely today have faith in Him more firmly than ever.\u201d Finally he urged his parents to read the New Testament for comfort: \u201cLook where you will, everywhere you will find jubilation over the grace that makes us children of God. What can befall a child of God? Of what should I be afraid? On the contrary, rejoice!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Michael Green, Running From Reality.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>We Shall Meet In The Morning<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A few days before his death, Dr. F. B. Meyer wrote a very dear friend these words: \u201cI have just heard, to my great surprise, that I have but a few days to live. It may be that before this reaches you, I shall have entered the palace. Don\u2019t trouble to write. We shall meet in the morning.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Quoted in Consolation, by Mrs. C. Cowman, p. 70.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The World Will Forget<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Mark Twain, became morose and weary of life. Shortly before his death, he wrote, \u201cA myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle;&#8230;they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them; infirmities follow; &#8230;those they love are taken from them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief. It (the release) comes at last\u2014the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them\u2014and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence,&#8230;a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Wesley\u2019s Last Sermon<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>John Wesley preached his last sermon on Feb. 17, 1791, in Lambeth on the text \u201cSeek ye the Lord while He may be found, call ye upon Him while He is near\u201d (Is. 55:6). The following day, a very sick man, he was put to bed in his home on City Road. During the days of his illness, he often repeated the words from one of his brother\u2019s hymns: I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me! His last words were, \u201cThe best of all is, God is with us!\u201d He died March 2, 1791. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching and Preachers, W. Wiersbe, p. 245<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Moody\u2019s Epitaph<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cSomeday,\u201d D. L. Moody used to say, \u201cyou will read in the papers that D. L. Moody of East Northfield is dead. Don\u2019t believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now!\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>He preached his last sermon in Kansas City on Nov. 23, 1899, from the text Luke 14:18: \u201cAnd they all with one consent began to make excuse.\u201d When he gave the invitation, fifty stood to their feet and went across the street into the inquiry room. He was too ill to continue the Kansas City campaign, so he took the train back to Northfield. On Friday, Dec. 22, he went \u201chome.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Five years before his homegoing Moody had said, \u201cIf it can be said, faithfully said, over my grave, \u2018Moody has done what he could,\u2019 that will be the most glorious epitaph.\u201d Instead, 1 John 2:17 was chosen: \u201cHe that doeth the will of God abideth forever.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>The Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching &amp; Preachers, W. Wiersbe, p. 209<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Before Death<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Since it is God\u2019s will that you should outlive me, remember our friendship. It was useful to God\u2019s church and its fruits await us in heaven. I do not want you to tire yourself on my account. I draw my breath with difficulty and expect each moment to breathe my last. It is enough that I live and die for Christ, who is to all his followers a gain both in life and in death. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>John Calvin\u2014May 27, 1564\u2014died of old age<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Old Age<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;line-height:normal'>In age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a sinful worm redeem? Jesus, my only hope thou art,  Strength of my failing flesh and heart;  Oh, could I catch a smile from thee,  And drop into eternity!<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Charles Wesley\u2014Late March, 1788\u2014died of old age<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Now This Eternal Life<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>King Henry VIII of England claimed to be a Christian, but in many cases he made laws that went against God\u2019s law. He also demanded that his religious and political advisers agree with him. Those who chose to obey God rather than the king were often killed. John Fisher, a close friend of the king, chose God\u2019s law above Henry\u2019s. He was sentenced to die. On the day of his execution, he asked to be brought his best clothes. \u201cThis is my \u2018wedding day,\u2019\u201d he explained, \u201cand I ought to dress as if for a holiday.\u201d Carrying his New Testament, he was led to the execution platform. There he prayed, \u201cLord, grant that I may find some word of comfort so that I may glorify You in my last hour.\u201d The first words he saw as He opened the Scriptures were these: \u201cNow this is eternal life; that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent\u201d (John 17:3). \u201cThat will do,\u201d he said. \u201cHere\u2019s learning enough to last me to my life\u2019s end.\u201d Within minutes, he was dead. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Family Walk, February, 1995, p. 20<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Sinking?<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A dear Christian lady was close to death when her minister came to visit her. He softly asked, \u201cSister, are you sinking?\u201d She looked at him in disbelief and said nothing. Again he said, \u201cSister, are you sinking?\u201d She still could not believe that he would ask such a question. Summoning all her remaining strength she raised herself up a little in her bed and said, \u201cSinking? Sinking? Did you ever know a person to sink through a Rock?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Huguenot Massacre<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Charles IX of France had a loving, sensitive nature as a young person, but he gradually became evil through the influence of his villainous mother. Eventually he grew so wicked that he issued an order which led to the death of more than 25,000 Huguenots in the St. Bartholomew\u2019s Day Massacre. Many years later, when Charles was on his deathbed, the memory of this terrible deed caused him to cry out, \u201cAsleep or awake, I see the mangled forms of the Huguenots passing before me. They make hideous faces at me; they point to their open wounds, and mock me.\u201d He died this way. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Appreciation of Heaven Appreciation of heaven is frequently highest among those nearing death. Suffering both increases our desire for heaven and prepares us for it. 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