At the end of our lives, we step across the threshold or death and enter into a new and better world. I believe that. It's just that simple.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.

When your mother dies, it really hurts. But with time, you get used to it. That's nature's way.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Me thought I saw my late espoused saint brought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

heaven is a place of unparalleled and indescribable joy

There would be no obstacles to overcome. We won't fight for joy in heaven. But we are not there yet.

If we were perfect—if there were no remaining corruption in our hearts—there would be no fight. There would be no obstacles to overcome. We won't fight for joy in heaven. But we are not there yet.

Doubtless the happiness of the saints in heaven shall be so great, that the very majesty of God shall be exceedingly shown in the greatness, and magnificence, and fullness of their enjoyments and delights.

The fire that consumes the wicked purifies the earth. Every trace of the curse is swept away. No eternally burning hell will keep before the ransomed the fearful consequences of sin. One reminder alone remains: our Redeemer will ever bear the marks of His crucifixion….