I will hope in him. -Job13:15a
We speak of our lives being held in God's hands. Yet death, when it comes, seems so unreal, so hard to process.
It is hard to understand how God could possibly be glorified in anyone's death, much less the death of one of his saints.
But my mind keeps turning back to Psalm 116:15 "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints."
I first heard it at my mom's funeral and I thought at the time, "How completely fitting!" How precious indeed is the triumphant procession of the saint homeward at last from the battle.
And how is not our king magnified and glorified in this victorious return?
His victory.
And what a thing to be allowed to share in it and to stand before him and hear: "Well done!"
One other thing. This world is not our home. So we cling loosely and long for a better country.
And one other verse comes to mind; this one by Robert Louis Stevenson.
"Here he lies, where he longed to be. Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill."
