Imagine you were saying goodbye to a dear friend, or loved one. They're off on a voyage, sailing on a ship to a far away land.
But now, imagine that this far away land they're sailing to is a wonderful place, where they can have a much, much happier life than the one they had here. They're going to a place that is wonderful in every way.
And then, even more good news - soon, you'll be taking the same voyage, and you'll be with them, and you'll both be living in this wonderful place, together, enjoying the most amazing life possible - far, far better than anything you've ever experienced before.
But instead, we wave goodbye to them on the pier, crying, and surrounded by others, crying and mourning. Which is strange, if they're going to such a wonderful place, and you're going to join them soon.
Or as Shakespeare put it:
Jester: Good lady, why do you mourn?
Lady: For my brother's death.
Jester: I think his soul is in hell, lady.
Lady: I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Jester: The more fool, lady, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.
If Christians are right, and if the dying are going to a place of infinite wonders, and if they'e going to go there too, then why mourn for them? Surely a burial of Christians should be a place of happiness, satisfaction and delight, with anticipation for the joy soon to come to those left behind.
But now, imagine that this far away land they're sailing to is a wonderful place, where they can have a much, much happier life than the one they had here. They're going to a place that is wonderful in every way.
And then, even more good news - soon, you'll be taking the same voyage, and you'll be with them, and you'll both be living in this wonderful place, together, enjoying the most amazing life possible - far, far better than anything you've ever experienced before.
But instead, we wave goodbye to them on the pier, crying, and surrounded by others, crying and mourning. Which is strange, if they're going to such a wonderful place, and you're going to join them soon.
Or as Shakespeare put it:
Jester: Good lady, why do you mourn?
Lady: For my brother's death.
Jester: I think his soul is in hell, lady.
Lady: I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
Jester: The more fool, lady, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.
If Christians are right, and if the dying are going to a place of infinite wonders, and if they'e going to go there too, then why mourn for them? Surely a burial of Christians should be a place of happiness, satisfaction and delight, with anticipation for the joy soon to come to those left behind.