Death is a translation into a glorious fullness that makes the here and now look like an anaemic, scratchy black and white movie. What is to come is beyond even our most vivid imagination. A final thought. Your death, like mine, is inevitable. But if there is one thing that has struck me over the years it is just how rarely we prepare for our death by discussing it with our spouses or children.
Assurance is sought in the dying words of a loved one.
I have seen, heard and experienced some wonderful testimonies from those who were terminally ill. It has been especially on such occasions that a subsequent funeral has been turned into a genuine, heartfelt celebration. Death's sting had been removed. Death's only 'power' was the sorrow of departure, the temporary breaking of a life-long relationship. There was hope.