Grief

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So what is death for a Christian?

It is stepping over the threshold into another room.

It’s falling asleep and wakening in a glorious home, where there is no ironing, no dirty clothes and no smelly socks.

It’s leaving disease, sickness and pain behind and walking away free forever.

It’s going on the journey of a lifetime and arriving without being airsick, carsick or seasick

It’s saying, see you later as you leave one family to meet all those in Christ who went home before you.

It’s being in a garden without weeds where the colour speaks to you in soft tones and invites you to touch them.

It’s being able to do everything you thought you could not do without being out of breath.

It’s having no car to tax and insure and still being able to get around without having to worry about an oil crisis.

It’s never having to say sorry and never having any regrets for all sorrow and tears are unwelcome and banned.

It’s like falling in love with someone who will never abuse your trust and who will always be with you.

It’s leaving tears and sorrow behind and walking into a room where laughter and joy is a lifestyle.

It’s leaving the taxman a headache as he discovers that his income has been reduced.

It’s going to the destination you have always dreamed of only to discover that you did not dream big enough dreams.

It’s sleeping in one room and wakening up in another and finding that the bed doesn’t need to be made.

It’s, never having to wash the windows, scrub the floors, change nappies, clean the loo or move house ever again.

It’s a well-trodden path, which countless millions of Christians have walked and yet the Lord met them all personally.

It’s falling to sleep tired, and waking up recharged to live for eternity.

It’s being fed up with one body and changing it for another, one, which will never get fat, wrinkly, or tired.

It’s having no electricity bill to pay, no mortgage, no rates and no bank charges.

It’s having no supermarket to be dragged around, no trolleys with sticking wheels and no long queues.

It’s being in a place where people laugh at death because they have seen it, as it really is, a joy ride.

It’s going on a sleigh ride without snow, smelly horses and being cold.

It’s like having a birthday party every day without people making jokes about your age.

It’s an experience worth dying for.


It’s a doddle; me, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.


David Robinson (c)

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