The Harp of God: Proof Conclusive That Millions Now Living Will Never Die
John Stuart Mill · en
[614]Death is a cruel enemy of the human race. Its sting has been felt
for ages. It takes away beloved ones and leaves a burning dagger in the
heart of the surviving friend. It has filled the earth with sadness, and
the people with grief. But the sweet music from the harp of God has
cheered some sad hearts who have learned of the divine arrangement to
restore their dear ones whom they have loved and lost awhile. By faith
the Christian sees that in his own good time and way God will bring back
their beloved dead and give them an opportunity for endless life and
happiness, because he has promised thus to do. The Christian knows that
God's promises are certain of fulfillment and that his power to perform
is unlimited. Such faith, based upon the precious promises, helps now in
a measure to allay the sting of death.
[615]Beside the tossing billows of the mighty ocean one walks in silent
meditation. Her mind turns to a beloved one who during the World War was
taken away to serve in the navy. For a time he sailed the seas and
returned, only to sicken and die, leaving behind a bleeding heart, which
only time and the Lord can heal. As her feet silently tread the soft
sands recently caressed by the waves, her mind is filled with thoughts
of happy days spent with her beloved brother, whose laughter is now
hushed in death and who sleeps in Jesus, waiting for the time of
resurrection. The former joyful days were turned into sorrow because of
Death's wicked hand. But the great Burden-Bearer lightens her load and
helps her to bear her sorrow as there come to her mind the words spoken
through his messenger: "Sorrow not as others, who have no hope; for if
we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep
in Jesus will God bring by him.... Comfort one another with these
words."--1 Thessalonians 4:13,14,18.
[616]Gazing far out to sea, she observes a mighty ship being tossed by
the power of the waves as though it were an empty shell. What marvelous
power is thus displayed by those waves! Yet it is but a semblance of the
power of God. He who made the great ocean and caused the moon to kiss
its bosom at nightfall; he who hung the stars in the heavens, which
serve to guide the weary and wave-tossed mariner in his stormy course,
and who holds back the winds until he has reached his desired haven--he
it is who is clothed with all power and authority in heaven and in
earth, and has promised to bring back the beloved dead from the grave.
His promise he will faithfully keep.
[617]Her meditations for a time sad, are now turned into silent joy
because of the hope planted in that once troubled bosom by the precious
promises of God. By faith she sees the blessed day, not far distant,
when back to life shall come that beloved brother. By faith she sees him
hurrying over the highway of holiness, until he is made strong,
vigorous, and returns to the days of his youth, and shall dwell in peace
and happiness for ever.