The void of a taken lost one cannot be filled by anything but Christ alone. I remember losing a close friend and the only solace I received was from Christ.
As I look now at statuses and the lips of friends who spread death's news, I feel calloused. Yes, I do feel sorry for those who have lost loved ones. Death never comes at a convenient time, and I pray that God heals those who have been left here with the absence of his or her loves.
We pray that death would not come, yet it does. 10 out of 10 people, 100% of the time die.
THIS is why salvation is important. I've heard by word of mouth from a lady recently that she invited a man to church who recently died. He stated, "Perhaps when I am older." This is a sad statement. I pray that he knew the salvation of Christ.
As all the news of death spreads, I stumbled across the writings of Charles H. Spurgeon, specifically dealing with death. He states,
"Let me tell you a parable. Behold two men sat together in the same house: when Death came to each of them. He said to one, "Thou shalt die." The man looked at him-tears suffused his eyes, and tremblingly he said, "O Death, I cannot, I will not die." He sought out a physician, and said to him, "I am sick, for Death hath looked upon me. His eyes have paled my cheeks, and I fear I must depart. Physician, there is my wealth, give me health and let me live." The physician took his wealth, but gave him not his health with all his skill. The man changed his physician and tried another, and thought that perhaps he might spin out the thread of life a little longer. But, alas! Death came and said, "I have given thee time to try thy varied excuses, come with me; thou shalt die." And he bound him hand and foot, and made him go to that dark land of shades. As the man went, be clutched at every side post by the way; but Death, with iron hands, still pulled him on. There was not a tree that grew along the way but he tried to grasp it, but Death said, "Come on! thou art my captive, and thou shalt die." And unwillingly as the laggard schoolboy, who goeth slowly to school, so did he trace the road with Death. He did not come to his grave, but Death fetched him to it-the grave came to him.
But Death said to the other man, "I am come for thee." He smilingly replied, "Ah, Death! I know thee, I have seen thee many a time. I have held communion with thee. Thou art my Master's servant, thou hast come to fetch me home. Go, tell my Master I am ready; whenever he pleases, Death, I am ready to go with thee." And together they went along the road, and held sweet company. Death said to him, "I have worn these skeleton bones to frighten wicked men; but I am not frightful. I will let thee see myself. The hand that wrote upon Belshazzar's wall was terrible because no man saw anything but the hand; but," said Death. "I will show thee my whole body. Men have only seen my bony hand, and have been terrified." And as they went along, Death ungirded himself to let the Christian see his body. and he smiled, for it was the body of an angel. He had wings of cherubs, and a body glorious as Gabriel. The Christian said to him, "Thou art not what I thought thou wast: I will cheerfully go with thee." At last Death touched the believer with his hand-it was even as when the mother doth in sport smite her child a moment. The child loves that loving pinch upon the arm, for it is a proof of affection. So did Death put his finger on the man's pulse, and stopped it for a moment, and the Christian found himself by Death's kind finger changed into a spirit; yea, found himself brother to the angels; his body had been etherealized, his soul purified, and he himself was in heaven."This work was much encouraging to me. As a christian, I myself should not fear the hand of death. I should pray for those who have lost loved ones, but rejoice for the saved sinner that is going home to spend eternity with God. Basking in never ending joy!
Life on this earth is like looking through the peep hole of a door in an apartment. The viewer can see what is in line of the hole, but it is bowed and blurry. However, once death comes to take the christian home, the door is then open and the view is larger and more vibrant.
I pray that we would not fear death, but accept it as an invitation home, for that is what Heaven truly is.