Shortened Life
To us it seemed his life was too soon done,

Ended indeed, while scarcely yet begun;
God, with His clearer vision, saw that he
Was ready for a larger ministry.

Just so we thought of Him, whose life below
Was so full-charged with bitterness and woe;
Our clouded vision would have crowned Him King,
He chose the lowly way of suffering.

Remember, too, how short His life on earth,–
But three-and-thirty years ‘twixt death and birth.
And of those years but three whereof we know,
Yet those three years immortal seed did sow.


Some are bound to die young. By dying young a person stays young in people’s memory. If he burns brightly before he dies, his brightness shines for all time.
— Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Russian novelist and historian (1918 – 2008)


Early Death
She passed away like morning dew

Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.

As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew-while mortal doom
Crept on, unfeared, unnoted.

Love was her guardian Angel here,
But Love to Death resigned her;
Though Love was kind, why should we fear
But holy Death is kinder?
— Hartley Coleridge, writer and poet (1796 – 1849)


To Daffodils
Fair daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Stay, stay
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the evensong;
And having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.
— Robert Herrick, poet (1591 – 1674)


We should never treat the death of a Christian as if it were a loss for him. There is a sharp distinction between sorrowing because of our personal loss and sorrowing for that loved one because he has been “robbed of a future.”

Didn’t Paul affirm that “to die is gain”? Didn’t he tell us that “ to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord”? Loved ones who have died in Christ have never been happier or more alive.
As Christians we are part of this world with its accidents, disasters, calamities. We share the sorrow and heartache of all that happens. We are mortal. Yet we are given something more–something that belongs to those who are “in Christ”: the assurance that Christ is risen, that He has become the champion of a living and lasting faith. We are eternally alive now!
That is the good news that came through loud and clear when Jesus triumphed over death by His resurrection. Death is no problem for Him. And neither is it a problem for Christians. Jesus declared, “Because I live, ye shall live also.”
Jesus lives, and so do we! And we always will! We will last as long as He lasts. Praise God!
God’s people can have total confidence that their future is as bright as Christ’s future. That’s why there is no joy like the Christian’s joy, no love like the love of Christ.
— M.P. Horban, Pentecostal Evangel


Crossing Over
Oh, please don’t feel guilty

It was just my time to go.
I see you are still feeling sad,
And the tears just seem to flow.
We all come to earth for our lifetime,
And for some it’s not many years
I don’t want you to keep crying
You are shedding so many tears.
I haven’t really left you
Even though it may seem so.
I have just gone to my heavenly home,
And I’m closer to you than you know.
Just believe that when you say
my name, I’m standing next to you,
I know you long to see me,
But there’s nothing I can do.
But I’ll still send you messages
And hope you understand,
That when your time comes to
“cross over,”  I’ll be there
to take your hand.
–- Anonymous


General Douglas MacArthur, on his seventy-fifth birthday, made this thought-packed observation of age:
“Youth is not entirely a time of life; it is a state of mind. It is not wholly a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips, or supple knees. It is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions…nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only be deserting their ideals.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives a message of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage–so long are you young. When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snow of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only ten, are you grown old.”