Frequently, death comes as an intruder.
It is an enemy that suddenly appears
in the midst of life's feast, putting out
its lights and gaiety.
Death lays its heavy hand upon those
dear to us and at times leaves us baffled and wondering.
In certain situations, as in great suffering and illness,
death comes as an angel of mercy.
But for the most part, we think of it
as the enemy of human happiness.
The darkness of death can ever be dispelled
by the light of revealed truth.
"I am the resurrection, and the life," spoke the Master.
"He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall
he live:
"And whosoever liveth and believeth in me
shall never die."
This reassurance, yes, even holy confirmation
of life beyond the grave, could well
provide the peace promised by the Savior
when He assured His disciples: "Peace I leave with you,
my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth,
give I unto you.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."