Capitolo 55
and the truth, he would have had one hundred fold in this world, and, in
the world to come, would have found that friend that he is able, as it
it was, has distressed for the cause of Christ and the Gospel. It is sure
it is best, for each of us to walk from the light allowed him to do his/her duty,
us, and not to manufacture our standard a creature, neither our good head.
If we meet certain of our friends at the end of their search later
pleasure, having forgotten their God and Savior and he/she sees them
disappointed, and suddenly needy of some thing to do them happy
forever, and all because they would not precede later their hunting
unsatisfying there is a lot one Christian and faithful friend which
example and their suggestion neglected that you/he/she could answer then "it Did not me
does tell you, doesn't Go?"
In the name of some inexpressibly dear to You, we say, "We am traveling
to the place of which it said the God, me glieLa I will give; you come
with us, and we will make good thee; for God's hath spoken good
Israel that pertains to."
Our friends that have gone to heaven should not be invested, in ours
thoughts, with such associations sadness as us we are prone to connect
with them. To die is profit. Acts, and you are distressed, and the dark river,
inserts between sky and we; but in the perspective that has opened
in front of the eye of the ransomed spirit, it is not anything but widening and
it glorifies that makes. We don't have to look for for the consolation to their departure
returning them, in our thoughts, to our residences but going
directly, in faith, us, to their residence. There is a lot to
you encourage and I/you/he/she help us in to do so, in the following lines that can be
reads with profit on every anniversary of the departure of a friend to
sky, until friends sopravviventis read them to the anniversaries that return
of ours really entry in the joy of our God:--
"ONE YEAR IN SKY.
ONE YEAR UNCALENDARED; for that that
Hast you to do with deadly time?
His/her portion of entereth of the moments not
That circle, mystical and sublime,