Thinking about our dear friends, the Greenes, today. Three years ago, their son Owen died. As I was thinking about them, I was reminded of something I read recently by Spurgon. I find confort in his words and pray that you, and the Greenes, will too.
O CHILDREN of God! death hath lost its sting. It is sweet to die; to lie upon the breast of Christ, and have one’s soul kissed out of one’s body by the lips of divine affection. And you that have lost friends, or that may be bereaved, sorrow not as those who are without hope. What a sweet thought the death of Christ brings us concerning those who are departed! They are gone, my brethren; but do you know how far they have gone? The distance between the glorified spirits in heaven and the militant saints on earth seems great; but it is not so. We are not far from home.
C. H. Spurgeon, Daily Help (Bellingham, WA: Logos Research Systems, Inc., 2009), 86. (Emphasis mine)