December 6

A man and his son went over a long, narrow bridge. It was over a broad river, and the boy said, “Daddy, I am afraid. Do you see all that water down there?”

“Give me your hand, boy,” the father said. The moment the boy felt his father’s hand, he was not scared. In the evening they had to go back again, and this time it was pitch dark.

“Now I am more afraid than this morning!” the boy cried. The father took the little fellow in his arms. Immediately the boy fell asleep, to awaken the next day in his own bed. That is what death is like for the Christian. He falls asleep and wakes up at Home.

Afraid of what?

To feel the Spirit’s glad release

To pass from pain to perfect peace

The strife and strain of life to cease

Afraid of that?

Afraid of what?

Afraid to see the Saviour’s face

To hear His welcome and to trace

The glory gleams of wounds of grace

Afraid of that?

O death, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?  
(1 Corinthians 15:55)

Lord Jesus, thank You that You have conquered death. What a comfort to be safe in Your arms. Thank You that You are always there to take our trembling hands in Your strong hands.