Satan has a season when he loves to prick the saint’s conscience — their dying day! Alas, he comes with all those failing spots to which the saint has succumbed! (Psalm 90:7-8)
When he comes, we may as well say to him: It is true, Satan. I have failed often, more so, broken asunder to despair and despondency. But also, listen. Christ accepted me in my wicked state; died for me while a whore, a swearer, a guiler, an idolater, adulterer, a fornicator, and all the filthy exercises about which you think. I say Christ died for me in all this mud of sin (Romans 5:8). All that is good in me is but by His unmerited grace, undeserved mercy.
Death, to a Christian, is a doorway to glory. To live in Christ is to keep in step with Christ. So also, he that would die well must never put off the inevitability of death — he must live as a dying man. The Christian’s death is the ending of his troubling sins, an entrance to a land where sin and sorrow are no more. We must look at death as a thing we must meet, and look upon ourselves as a thing with which we must part.
It is never too soon to make friendship with death. We never get what we think we want because God always gives us what we need. One day our need will be death.
Death is gain; freedom from doubt and unbelief. In Heaven our faith will be turned into sight. Here the best are liable to doubt about their personal piety, and often experience many an anxious hour in reference to this point. In Heaven doubt will be known no more.
Death is the grave of all temptations. A Christian’s death delivers them from the second death. Put another way, a Christian dies natural to live eternal. In Heaven there are no graves, but eternal grace.
After our death, we will be met by our believing loved ones who went ahead of us to be with Christ. O beloved Christian, why fear death? It is natural to fear death, but we may meet it with faith in Christ.
When death knocks at your door, don’t murmur and grumble about it. Rejoice, you are going Home at last! Does the prisoner, long confined in a dungeon, dread the hour which is to open his prison, and permit him to return to his family and friends? Does the man in a foreign land, long an exile, dread the hour when he shall embark on the ocean [or the sky] to be conveyed to where he may embrace the friends of his youth? Does the sick man dread the hour which restores him to health; the afflicted, the hour of comfort? The wanderer at night, the cheering light of returning day?
And why, then, should the Christian dread the hour which will restore him to immortal vigor? Which shall remove all his sorrows? Which shall introduce him to everlasting day? Smile at death when your time draws nigh.
Death is an awful reality to men who have made this world their only home and the things of this world their only possessions. Do not waste any unnecessary time below here. Let us live as diligent laborers in a field full of harvest, harvesting men to Christ Jesus.
Live as men who appreciate the world, but let us live like men who are more in love with the world to come, the world of Christ Jesus. To die and be with Christ is the final pilgrimage of the wounded saint. The saint finally meets with Eternal Rest and Blessed Felicity.
The door of death is inscribed thus: “Prepare to meet your God!” Christ is best!
Death is sleep. “The girl is not dead but sleeping.” (Luke 8:52) The natural man is tempted to laugh. You’re wise and know how to apply. Death will very soon reveal the children of God and the devil.
We must have our heart and mind in Heaven if we are to look at death with courage in Christ. “Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth” (Colossians 3:2). “So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)
Beware of head-knowledge in the face of death! It will not comfort you. How is your heart and way of life instructed by your accumulated knowledge on the things of God? Do you know God, or things about God? That’s the question! Be honest with yourself!
I’ve observed humble men die well. Improve life by dying daily to self and enrich the soul by being alive in Christ. I am homesick for Heaven.
You’re not too young to die. Make peace with God. This old fellow knows his time is nigh. Here today, gone tomorrow. Make no permanent nest in this world. Death is a golden carriage that lifts the soul to a golden city, a celestial city. Fellow mortal, cease playing Immortal.
The whole world is a big cemetery of dead men walking. Those that resolve to repent tomorrow intend to be wicked today. A delay of repentance breastfeeds and strengthens our sin — and the wages of sin is death! (Romans 6:23)
The conversion of the thief at the cross is not a canon that all of us are guaranteed conversion to Christ at our death-bed.
We read in the Holy Scriptures of men who were called at their infancy such as Jeremiah, Samuel and John the Baptist. Some were chosen in their prime age of youth like the four Hebrew children, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, and Daniel. Others were called in their advanced adulthood such as the disciples, John, James, Peter, and Andrew. Other were called while carrying out their business of the day as Matthew, the tax-collector and Luke, the physician. Others were called while in their sin-business as the forgiven harlot and the woman at Jacob’s well. Others while gazing at a fig tree or climbing a sycamore as Nathanael and Zacchaeus. Still others were called in their old age as Joseph of Arimathea and the Jewish scholar, Nicodemus. And last of all, at their death-bed — the thief at the cross!
There’s no such thing as purgatory and indulgences. When you die, you are dead! And all must die! If not now, tomorrow. If not tomorrow, the next day. If not the next day, then, the following day. If not the following day, … then the next!
Death laughs at bags of gold. Death is a level ground where the rich and poor; proud and humble; high and low; prince and peasant, all lay and become wholesome meal for the worm. (Job 21:23-26) A man’s life, however great it was, is always summarized by this little word — Death!
Jesus Christ not only died. He conquered death by death itself! Christ stung death to death!
He is our resurrection!