Oh, grassy glades! oh ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye,—though long parched by the dead drought of the earthly life,— in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover; and for some few fleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortal on them. Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm.

The reason the Dead do not return nowadays is the boredom of it.

Naturally, the human being wants to forget pain.

Christianity is wild. It's intimate. It's heartbreaking and soul-mending. It's the wings to rise above the everyday and hope of a honeymoon with the God who has loved you forever. The party has just begun, and the best is yet to come.

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

the only way to get over a death is by seeing it as a life completed, instead of a life interrupted.

As I listened to the Book of Revelation over several weeks I found in it a healing vision, a journey through the heart of pain and despair, and into hope. And I was consistently reminded of how subtly this vision works on us. It asserts that the evils of this world are not incurable, that injustice does not have the last word. And that can be terrifying or consoling, depending on your point of view, your place within the world.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

A heaven on earth.

But as long as evil persists in the world— and it will until Jesus returns— there will be wars.

We think we'll have questions for God when we get to heaven, but when we actually see him, we'll understand it's not about getting our questions answered because the questions won't be important. We'll finally be with God. So I would just look at her. And if she let me, I would hug her. For a long time."

There are two evil futurities and one good. A miserable future existence is evil; and annihilation, or nigban, is an evil - a fearful evil. A happy future existence is alone good.