Death is never the end of a life. It seems like that to those of us left behind, but really, we’re the ones left here to keep on dying. The souls that leave earth travel beyond the veil to a place we can hardly dream of, where laughter floats through the air like sunshine and pain is something only heard of in stories from long ago in a place far away.
Think of death as a wedding. We spend a lifetime in anticipation of that day when He, our bridegroom, our Christ, arrives to rescue us. He comes forth with celebration to take His bride. And what follows is a marriage far too great to imagine, in a place beyond what we can know, with a love too deep to be described here.
Oh, that we could know such joy. If we only understood what lies beyond, our tears might be replaced by passionate jealousy and the deepest of longings.
Oh, that we could know such joy.
As a bridegroom rejoices over his bride,
so will your God rejoice over you.
Isaiah 62:5
I wish so badly that I could be filled with passionate jealousy. I wish I could be at peace with the peace he is experiencing.