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April 20
"That through death He might destroy him that had the power of
death." --Hebrews 2:14
O child of God, death hath lost its sting, because the devil's power
over it is destroyed. Then cease to fear dying. Ask grace from God the Holy
Ghost, that by an intimate knowledge and a firm belief of thy Redeemer's death,
thou mayst be strengthened for that dread hour. Living near the cross of
Calvary thou mayst think of death with pleasure, and welcome it when it comes
with intense delight. It is sweet to die in the Lord: it is a covenant-blessing
to sleep in Jesus. Death is no longer banishment, it is a return from exile, a
going home to the many mansions where the loved ones already dwell. The distance
between glorified spirits in heaven and militant saints on earth seems great;
but it is not so. We are not far from home--a moment will bring us there. The
sail is spread; the soul is launched upon the deep. How long will be its
voyage? How many wearying winds must beat upon the sail ere it shall be reefed
in the port of peace? How long shall that soul be tossed upon the waves before
it comes to that sea which knows no storm? Listen to the answer, "Absent
from the body, present with the Lord." Yon ship has just departed, but it
is already at its haven. It did but spread its sail and it was there. Like that
ship of old, upon the Lake of Galilee, a storm had tossed it, but Jesus said,
"Peace, be still," and immediately it came to land. Think not that a
long period intervenes between the instant of death and the eternity of glory.
When the eyes close on earth they open in heaven. The horses of fire are not an
instant on the road. Then, O child of God, what is there for thee to fear in
death, seeing that through the death of thy Lord its curse and sting are
destroyed? and now it is but a Jacob's ladder whose foot is in the dark grave,
but its top reaches to glory everlasting.