The Believer’s Death Day Better Than His Birthday

DELIVERED ON THURSDAY EVENING, MARCH 3, 1881,

BY C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.

"A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death
than the day of one's birth." Ecclesiastes 7:1.

IN this part of the world, we can hardly understand how much the
Easterns thought of perfumes. When Solomon speaks of "precious
ointment," he speaks of a luxury highly appreciated by those who heard
him. Orientals delighted to anoint themselves with fragrant oil and to
pour upon their heads salves full of perfume. We do not–at any rate,
not to the same lavish extent. But among the luxuries of eastern life
was that of delighting the nostrils with sweet smells. The figure is
easy to understand as it is here used to set forth the excellence of a
good name. A man who is perfumed and who has put upon his head precious
ointment is sweet and pleasant to himself. It gives him joy and so does
a good name afford pleasure to its possessor. Besides that, the
perfumed person was agreeable to other people–those who were round
about him were refreshed by the fragrance–and so a noble character is
agreeable to all who come near it.

In some cases the use of a sacred ointment, or anointing oil, signified
that the man was himself pleasant even to God–the priests went not
into the Holy Place except they had been anointed with a certain
appointed compound of sweet-smelling perfumes–and so precious ointment
became the type of the anointing of the Spirit of God and of that
acceptableness which comes to men through Jesus Christ who is a sweet
savor unto the Lord God. And so you see that precious ointment, or
sweet perfumed oil, was very precious to the Jew, first, because of the
pleasure it gave to him and the healthy influence which he believed it
exerted upon himself. Next, because it made him pleasurable to others
and, next, because in its highest sacred sense it prepared him to come
before God. You can see why, "precious ointment," was so much held in
esteem.

But Solomon says that a good name is better than that. I do not think
he merely meant a good reputation–and yet it would be true if he
referred only to an honorable character among his neighbors, for it is
a good thing for a man to stand high in the esteem of his fellow men
and he ought never to lose their respect except for one cause, namely,
for the sake of standing in higher esteem before God. The faithful
follower of Jesus must be content to part with name and fame if,
through obedience to Christ, he is spoken of evilly–yes, in such a
case he may rejoice and be exceedingly glad when they say all manner of
evil against him falsely for Christ's' name's sake! Yet even then it is
a sharp sorrow to have lost one's good name among men, though for
Christ's sake it should be borne right cheerfully.

Every good man would be glad if it were possible to have the good word
of all his fellow men, for this is the groundwork of social peace and
would be, in itself, good and pleasant were it not that sin destroys it
and turns it into a "woe" when all men speak well of us. I believe that
the text has a deeper meaning than this, for a man truly has a good
name if he deserves to be held in high esteem, though he may, for
Christ's sake, be in disrepute. His name is good, whatever men may say
about it. His name is, indeed, all the better in the sight of God
because he has been slandered and reproached for the sake of the Truth
of God. His name shall shine out like the stars of Heaven when Christ
comes–even the name of the man of whom the world was not worthy. It
is, after all, a small matter to be judged of man's judgment–our
record is on high. A good character may be understood here and,
assuredly, that is better than the rarest luxury of kings.

Consider it spiritually and, dear Brothers and Sisters, what is a good
name? A good name is a name that is written in the Lamb's Book of Life
and that is better than the sweetest of all ointments! Oh, that I may
find my name recorded in some corner of the page among the sinners
saved by Grace! The very thought of that has a savor in it which no
earthly delicacy can rival! Oh, how blessed to be among the chosen of
God, the redeemed of Christ Jesus, beloved of the Father from before
the foundation of the world! "A good name." Why, that must be a name
written upon the breastplate of the great High Priest! If you could
have gone up to the high priest of old you would have read there,
"Reuben," "Simeon,"

"Levi," "Judah," "Dan," "Gad," "Naphtali" and the like–and they were
all good names when once they were engraved there.

But what a blessed place to have your name inscribed–not upon a jewel
that shall hang on the breast of a man, but upon the very heart of
Jesus Christ your Lord! If you could see your name written on the palms
of His hands, you would say, "It is a good name that is written there.
Blessed be the Lord that ever I had that name, insignificant as it is.
Though it is a name that has been ridiculed. Though it is a name that
has been bandied about and kicked like a football through the world,
yet it is a blessed name, for it is written on the palms of Jesus'
hands." It is so if we are the Lord's own people and are walking the
walk of faith. Jesus says, "I have engraved you upon the palms of My
hands." That is a good name which is recorded in the Lamb's Book of
Life and engraved upon the breastplate of the Savior. Do you not think
so?

Connected with this, I may say that a name that is written among the
living in Zion is a good name. Oh, there is nothing like it! Some men
are very anxious to get their names upon the roll of this club or of
that, or of some wonderful secret society–or to get their names into
the peerage. It is thought to be a wonderful thing to be a nobleman,
though it is better, far, to be a noble man. But the best list of names
on earth seems to me to be the list of the people of God. I should
count it a higher honor to be inscribed on the Church book of a humble
company of baptized Believers meeting in a barn than to wear a name
imported by the Conqueror and written in the roll of Battle Abbey! The
pedigree of saintship confers honor such as angels recognize–all else
they think little of. Are you one of God's believing people? Have you
taken up your cross, resolved to follow Jesus?

Do you, as a servant and as a soldier, bear His name as your Master and
Captain? Then you have a good name and there is a sweetness about it
better than the perfume of precious ointment. If, dear Brothers and
Sisters, you go on, after having your names inscribed in the Church of
God, to get a beloved name among God's people through Divine Grace, it
will be better than precious ointment! It will be better than all the
expensive luxuries which wealth could purchase to have a name esteemed
for lowly piety or sacred courage! How sweet, for instance, to be like
that woman who brought our Lord precious ointment. He paid her back
with a good name, immortalizing her in the Gospels, for He said,
"Wherever this Gospel is preached, there shall be also this, what this
woman has done, be told for a memorial of her."

A humble woman like Dorcas may make garments for the poor and this
shall be better than precious ointment! A simple trader like Lydia may
entertain the servants of God–constraining them to come into her
house–and this shall be better than precious ointment! And a lowly man
may so live as to adorn the Gospel of God his Savior–may so speak as
to bring one and another to the Savior's feet–and this shall be better
than a blaze of courtly honor! "A good name"–that is a name for
humility, a name for love and affection, a name for generosity, a name
for zeal, a name for warm-heartedness, a name for prayerfulness, a name
among the people of God for being a wholehearted, sincere man–a name
for being one who is ready to help you in time of trouble, a name like
that of Barnabas, the Son of Consolation!

A good name of this sort should be our ambition to win and to wear. A
good name that shall arise out of our exhibiting a compound of many
precious virtues shall be better than an ointment formed of the rarest
spices, however pleasant it may be. You may be in the Church and yet
you may not have a good name as a member of it. I mean as to your own
personal character as a Christian, for some professors are in the pot
of ointment, but I wish we could pick them out, for they are flies and
they spoil everything! There are such in this Church–oh that they had
gone elsewhere! If only they would have flown into a pot of the world's
honey, or something of that kind! For them to get into the Church's
ointment is a great pity. May God grant that you and I may never be
dead flies in the pot of ointment.

Some get a name in the Church for quarrelling and fault-finding. "Oh,"
people say, "if anybody can pick a hole in the sermon, I know who it
is." You need only have half-a-dozen words with this crab apple critic
and you surely and speedily lose what enjoyment you have had during the
service. Alas, that many Christian women have not a good name, for they
are addicted to gossiping. A word to the wise on this matter will, I
hope, be enough. I will not, at this time, dive deeply into any of your
faults, whatever they may be, but will cover them all over with this
truth–A good reputation, well earned among your Christian Brethren is
better than precious ointment. It is of persons who have this good
character and are known by the sweet savor of their lives, that the
latter part of the text is spoken–"The day of death is better than the
day of one's birth."

You must have a good name–you must be written among the living in
Zion, written on the heart of Christ, written in the Lamb's Book of
Life, or else the text is not true of you and, alas, though the day of
your birth was a bad day, the

day of your death will be a thousand times worse–for when you die, my
Hearer, remember what will happen to you unless you have that good
name! You will be driven from the Presence of God and from the Glory of
His power–and begin to feel the terrors of His vengeance! And then,
when the Day of Judgment comes, God will prove that He is able to
destroy both body and soul in Hell, for there must you dwell in
everlasting punishment, prepared for the devil and His angels, so that
the day of your death will be a day of darkness and not of light–and
it will be better for you that you had never been born.

But now, if you are one of God's people, trusting in Him, look forward
to the day of your death as being better than the day of your birth! It
is possible that you may never die, since the Lord Jesus may suddenly
come a second time. But if this should not occur in our day, we shall,
in due course, fulfill our service and fall asleep. At this hour,
before yet the sand in the glass shall all run down, the long-expected
Lord may suddenly appear in His Glory! Therefore let us stand ready, as
men that wait for their Lord, with our loins girt and our lamps
burning. But if He does not come for the next hundred years–and He may
not, for our Lord has not committed to us a knowledge of the times and
seasons–then we shall die. And in that case it is no small consolation
that "the day of death is better than the day of one's birth."

I. First, then, OUR DEATH DAY IS BETTER THAN OUR BIRTHDAY–and it is so
for this, among other reasons–"Better is the end of a thing than the
beginning thereof." When we are born we begin life, but what will that
life be? Friends say, "Welcome, little stranger." Ah, but what kind of
reception will the stranger get when he is no longer a newcomer? Very
likely he is not long in the world before he begins to feel the poverty
of his parents and, perhaps, the misery of an unholy home. A troop of
infantile diseases are waiting around him and the little candle that is
newly lit is in great danger of being blown out! Infancy is a very
dangerous passage for a tiny boat unfitted to bear rough buffetings.

Those first few years are full of rocks and quicksand and many scarcely
begin life before they end it. He who is newly born and is ordained to
endure through a long life is like a warrior who puts on his harness
for battle–and is not he in a better case who takes it off because he
has won the victory? Ask any soldier which he likes better–the first
shot in the battle or the sound which means, "Cease firing, for the
victory is won!"? The soldier does not deliberate a moment! There is no
room for question! Since the day of a Believer's death is his time of
triumph and of victory, it is better than the day of the first
shot–the day of one's birth.

When we were born we set out on our journey, but when we die, we end
our weary march in the Father's house above. Surely it is better to
have come to the end of the tiresome pilgrimage than to have commenced
it. We wave the handkerchief and bid good-bye to those who start upon a
long voyage and it is only right that they should be made as cheerful
as they can be. But, surely, it is a better day when, at last, they
reach their port, all danger over, and come to their desired haven. So,
then, it is better to die than to begin to live, if we are, indeed, the
Lord's people. Better is the day of death than our birthday because
about the birthday there hangs uncertainty.

I cannot tell you, good woman, what is to become of the little child
who is pressed to your bosom this evening. God bless it and make it a
comfort to you and an honor to His Church! But it is all matter of hope
as yet. Children are certain cares, they say, and uncertain blessings.
I hardly like the phrase. They are blessings anyway–but there is
certainly this about them–we cannot tell what will become of them when
they grow up and come under the influence of evil. You look upon a
youth as he grows up and you feel, "I cannot quite see what you will
be. You may be led astray by temptation, or by Divine Grace you may
cleanse your way. You may be useful and honorable, or you may be
dissolute and degraded."

Everything is uncertain about the child on his birthday, but everything
is certain about the saint on his death day. I heard, this morning, of
a dear friend who had fallen asleep. When I wrote to his wife I said,
"Concerning him we speak with certainty. You sorrow not as those that
are without hope. A long life of walking with God proved that he was
one of God's people and we know that for such there remains joy without
temptation, without sorrow, without end, forever and ever." Oh, then,
as much as certainty is better than uncertainty, the day of the saint's
death is better than the day of his birth!

So, too, in things which are certain, the saint's death day is
preferable to the beginning of life, for we know that when the child is
born he is born to sorrow. Whatever else is uncertain about him, we are
quite sure that those little eyes will weep; that those little limbs
will know weariness and pain and that his little heart will be
distracted, sooner or later, by many griefs. We know this, for "man is
born to trouble as the sparks fly upward." No man has ever been able to
find a

perfectly smooth road through this mortal life. Trials must and will
befall and your little one who is born today is born to an inheritance
of grief, like his father, like his mother, who prophesied it as it
were by her own pangs.

But look, now, at the saint when he dies. It is absolutely certain that
he has done with sorrow, done with pain. We know that they shall die no
more–"they shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither
shall the sun light on them, nor any heat; and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes." Now, surely, the day in which we are certain
that sorrow is over must be better than the day in which we are certain
that sorrow is on the road! For this reason we set up the headstone of
the grave above the tablet which records the birth. Yes, and this holds
good about subsequent birthdays.

It is thoughtfully and cheerfully wise to mark each birthday. It should
be a holy day in every Christian's case–a day of grateful thanksgiving
that we have come so far upon the road of life. It is a very blessed
thing to sit down on the milestone and say, "Well, now, I have come 20
miles or 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 miles of my journey. I shall never tread
those miles over again. So many troubles are past–so many waves have
risen that will never wash over me a second time! So many tossing to
and fro I have endured and I shall never feel them any more." Every man
should say at the end of a sickness, "Thank God that is gone. I shall
not suffer a repetition of that same sickness. I shall not feel those
pains over again. I shall not groan through those same weary nights for
a second time." For every pang that shoots through your bones you
should say, "That bone will not ache that pain over again, at any
rate." Be joyful that you are so far on your journey!

There remains that other portion of the journey–long leagues of
pilgrimage may lie beyond. There are still battles to fight, mountains
to climb, dark nights in which one sighs for light. There is still
temptation; still sin. Yes, but when we get to the day of one's death,
then the whole journey lies behind! It is all over then! On your coming
to die there is nothing left to do but die. All else is done. The
battle is fought and the victory is won forever! Oh, is not that better
than even the best birthday that we have ever had–good as they have
been–and cause for thanksgiving as each one certainly has been? I
think, then, I need not dwell longer on this point. "The day of death
is better than the day of one's birth."

II. Now I will give the same thoughts in another form. The day of death
is BETTER TO THE BELIEVER THAN ALL HIS HAPPY DAYS. What were his happy
days? I shall take him as a man and I will pick out some days that are
often thought to be happy. There is the day of a man's coming of age
when he feels that he is a man–especially if he has an estate to come
into. That is a day of great festivity. You have seen pictures of,
"Coming of age in the olden times," when the joy of the young squire
seemed to spread itself over all the tenants and all the farm
laborers–everybody rejoiced!

Ah, that is all very well, but when Believers die they do, in a far
higher sense, come of age and enter upon their heavenly estates! Here,
you know, in this life we are very much as children who are under
governors and tutors and we differ little from servants. We still have
to be chastened, kept under rule and denied much which is nevertheless
ours. We have many good things kept from us because we are not yet able
to appreciate them. "Now we know in part." It is only in a small
measure that we come into possession, enjoying only the earnest of the
inheritance. Yes, but–

"Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desired or wished below!

And every power find sweet employ

In that eternal world of joy."

Then shall I pluck the grapes from those vines that I have read of as
enriching the valleys of Eshcol! Then shall I lie down and drink full
drafts of the river of God which is fall of water! Then shall I know
even as I am known and see no more through a glass darkly, but face to
face!

Speak of heirs, of heirs coming into their estates! Why, our day of
death shall be such a day as that! What a jubilee day it will be! If we
were really in our senses, the thought of fearing death would be
ridiculous! No young man is afraid of coming to be twenty-one. No! He
says, "Fly away, fly away, days and nights. I shall be glad to get out
of my nonage, out of my infancy and to come into my full manhood and
into possession of everything." So might we say, "Fly away, years!
Come, gray hairs! Fly away, years, and bring me into possession of
things which eye has not seen, nor ear heard which God has prepared for
them that love Him."

Another very happy day with a man is the day of his marriage–who does
not rejoice, then? What cold heart is there which does not beat with
joy on that day? But on the day of death we shall enter more fully into
the joy of our Lord and into that blessed marriage union which is
established between Him and ourselves. Then we shall enter into the
guest

chamber where the supper is to be spread and we shall wait a while with
joy, the Bridegroom being with us, till the word shall be given and the
trumpet note shall ring out–and then we shall sit down at the marriage
supper of the Lamb, not to look at His guests, but to be ourselves part
and parcel of that blessed bride, the Lamb's wife, in whom Christ finds
all His heart's content.

Oh, yes, we may long for our departure because it is to the saint, a
marriage day in which he shall be "with Christ," which is far better
and, as the bride longs for the wedding, so may the heart that is full
of faith long for the time when we shall be forever with the Lord!
There are days with men in business that are happy days because they
are days of gain. They get some sudden windfall. They prosper in
business, or, perhaps, there are long months of prosperity in which all
goes well with them and God is giving them the desires of their heart.
But, oh, Beloved, there is no gain like the gain of our departure to
the Father! The greatest of all gains is that which we shall know when
we pass out of the world of trouble into the land of triumph. "To die
is gain."

As for prosperity, what worldly prosperity can be compared with the
eternal years in which we shall dwell in infinite felicity above? To
die is to enter upon days of peace, rest, joy, satisfaction and,
therefore, the day of our death is better than our happiest days! There
are days of honor, Brethren, when a man is promoted in office, or
receives applause from his fellow men. But what a day of honor that
will be for you and me if we are carried by angels into Abraham's
bosom! Our honorable escort will manifest how highly the Lord thinks of
us. Oh, the honors that will be heaped upon the saints when they shall
be recognized in Glory as Brothers and Sisters of Christ, heirs of God,
joint heirs with the Redeemer!

Days of health are happy days, too. But what health can equal the
perfect wholeness of a spirit in whom the good Physician has displayed
His utmost skill? Days of recovery from sickness are happy days, but,
oh, to be totally recovered–to go where the inhabitant shall no more
say, "I am sick." When Jehovah Rophi shall restore our whole spirit to
perfection, then will a new gladness take possession of us. We enjoy
very happy days of social friendship when hearts warm with hallowed
communion–when one can sit awhile with a friend or rest in the midst
of one's family. Yes, but no day of social enjoyment will match the day
of death! Some of us expect to meet troops of blessed ones that have
gone Home long ago, whom we shall never forget. We have priceless
friends over yonder and the bliss of reunion will be sweet.

Some of you old people have more friends in Heaven than you have on
earth! You may forget all sorrow as to those you will leave in the joy
of meeting those with whom you will be united again! What family
greetings there will be! Mother has gone; father has gone; uncles and
aunts that were in the Lord and brothers and sisters, too, are all gone
before–and all these are waiting for us and we shall soon be in full
fellowship with them! Best of all, He has gone before whom our hearts
love and who is more to us than brother, sister and mother! Oh, the
bliss of meeting with our risen Lord! Oh, the joy of meeting in Him all
that are truly our own kin! The saints will meet around the Throne of
God, an unbroken family–not one of God's children will be absent!

We shall have no brothers or sisters who will not be there. "Oh," you
say, "I am afraid that we have some who are still unconverted and who
will not be there." They will not be your brothers and sisters, then.
Ties of merely natural kinship will come to an end–only spiritual
relationship will last and survive. We shall have none to mourn over!
Our kindred will all be in Glory. Those that were truly related to us
in the bonds of everlasting life shall all be there. One might wish for
it to come soon, for the joy of being forever with the people of God,
sitting down with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of Heaven!

III. In the third place, going a step farther, the day of a Believer's
death is BETTER THAN HIS HOLY DAYS ON EARTH. I think that the best holy
day I ever spent, (yes, I think I must put it as high as that), was the
day of my conversion. There was a novelty and freshness about that
first day which made it like the day in which a man first sees the
light after having been long blind. My conversion day–shall I ever
forget it?–When my heart began to beat with spiritual life and the
lungs of my soul began to heave with prayer! And the hands of my soul
were stretched out to grasp my Lord and the eyes of my soul beheld His
beauty! Yes–that was a very blessed sight–but what will it be to see
Him face to face? What will the first five minutes in Heaven be?

Surely those dawning moments will be forever remembered and spoken of
by holy beings as they commune with one another concerning their
delights! Oh, for a celestial visitor to tell us of his experience in
the first five minutes in Heaven! No, I think he had better not because
we might be frightened by him and he would talk a language that we
could not understand! He would say things which it were not lawful for
a man to utter! Brother from the Glory Land, you may go

back–it were better that we did not hear your story of the better
country. We will think of it and begin expecting it. It will certainly
be better to see the Lord in death than when we first of all saw Him
here below. Since then we have known many blessed days–our Sabbaths,
for instance. We can never give up the Lord's Day.

Precious and dear unto my soul are those sweet rests of love–days that
God has hedged about to make them His own that they may be ours. A
young man said to me yesterday, when he came to join the Church, "I
often wish that all the week was made up of Sundays." I thought, "Yes,
and so do I," only I could not always be preaching. I would want to
come down and take a turn at hearing, although it is always precious to
talk about God's Word. Oh, our blessed Sabbaths! Well, there is this
about the day of one's death–we shall then enter upon an eternal
Sabbath. We shall go–

"Where congregations never break up, And Sabbaths have no end."

And the Glory Sabbaths will be real Sabbaths, never disturbed or
distracted. They will be blessed Sabbaths, shut out from sinners and
from that filthy conversation which often vexes us even on the Sabbath.
"There remains a rest for the people of God."–

"To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire."

Our communion days have been very holy days. It has been very sweet to
sit at the Lord's Table and have fellowship with Jesus in the breaking
of bread and the drinking of wine. But sweeter far will it be to
commune with Him in the Paradise above–and that we shall do on the day
of our death! I might go on mentioning all our holy days, one after
another, but whichever you should select as the season of your highest
joy on earth, I should say of the best of them, "Yes, but the day of
one's death, as ushering us into a higher and holier state, is better
than any of those days." Those days have been good, I am not going to
depreciate them, but to bless the Lord for every one of them. When we
say that a second thing is, "better," it is supposed that the first
thing has some goodness about it. Yes, and our holy days on earth have
been good–fit rehearsals of the jubilee beyond the river!

When you and I enter Heaven, it will not be going from bad to good, but
from good to better! The change will be remarkable, but it will not be
so great a change as thoughtless persons would imagine. First, there
will be no change of nature. The same nature which God gave us when we
were regenerated–the spiritual nature–is that which will enjoy the
heavenly state. We shall not carry with us our depraved nature–we do
not want to do so, I am sure. Mr. Ready-to-Halt, in Bunyan's,
"Pilgrim," performed His journey on crutches. But when he died he threw
them away! He did not need to carry his crutches into the land of
perfection–and we shall carry no sinful infirmities with us into
Paradise, nor, indeed, any infirmities at all!

As to Mr. Feeblemind, he gave orders that his feeble mind should be
buried in a dunghill–he did not want to import a trembling heart into
the skies! But all that is good about us, all that is really ourselves
as we have been begotten again in Christ Jesus–all will go to Heaven,
without loss of any portion. I shall be the same man there that I am
here– and I have not the slightest doubt that you will know me. At any
rate, you will be bigger fools in Heaven than you are here if you do
not! Did I hear someone reply, "We shall not know you in the
disembodied state, for here we only recognize you by your outward
appearance"? I answer, Many of you know me in another manner than after
the flesh–you not only know me by my looks, but you know my spirit.

If I could get out of my body and I could not use a voice, but yet
could influence your spirits by my spirit, you would know my spirit!
You know what spirit I am of. I will not try to describe myself, but
you know me. I know you do! Nobody is exactly like me in some traits of
character–each one stands alone. Nobody is exactly like you, dear
Friend, so that there will be peculiar points by which to distinguish
man from man. We shall certainly know each other. Yes, and we shall be
the same persons–and when our bodies rise, they will be the same
bodies. "Every seed its own body"– changed and perfected, but still
preserving its identity!

On earth we have had good days because we have had a good nature given
us by the Holy Spirit–and we shall possess the same nature above–only
more fully grown and purged from all that hinders it. We shall follow
the same employments above as we have followed here. "Oh dear," says
one, "I hope not! I do not want to work hard, there, as I have had to
do here." No, perhaps not, but I mean the employments of our spirits
will be similar to what they have been while we have been in the world.
What are the employments of our spirits here? Why, one of the sweetest
of them is to sing the

Lord's praises. We shall spend eternity in adoring the Most High. To
draw near to God in communion–that is one of our most blessed
employments. We shall do it there and take our fill of it.

Nor is this all, for we shall serve God in Glory. I do not know what
God will want us to do in Heaven, I have never been there to see. But I
am sure that He will make use of us. Does He not say, "They shall see
His face and His servants shall serve Him"? Oh, yes, He has something
for me to do up there and for you, too. You active-spirited ones, you
shall find an intense delight in continuing to do the same things as to
spirit as you do here, namely adoring and magnifying and spreading
abroad the saving name of Jesus in whatever place you may be. We shall
certainly possess the same enjoyments of our richest enjoyments as
saints are found in fellowship with Christ and with one another–and we
shall have these above. We shall live upon Christ! We shall rejoice in
God, there, as we do here!

And there is one thing I like to think of–we shall have the same
company. I was visiting a poor old woman who was near to death and she
said to me, "One thing makes me feel quite safe about where I am going.
I believe that I shall go to my own company and for the last 60 years I
have never had any company but the Lord's people. And if a stranger has
come in here and begun to talk about worldly things in a carnal way, I
have wished him gone. I said to myself, 'The Lord won't take me away
from my own people. Surely He will let me go where they go and if I go
where those people go, that I love, I know that I shall be happy.'"

So, dying Believer, you will not change company–only the company will
be all improved and you will be improved as much as any of them! It
will be the same company and this makes it look so much like going
home. The day of our death has nothing so very strange and mysterious
about it as to make us fear it. You and I ought to live like people,
who, when they hear a knock at the door, do not go into fits at the
startling sound. Some people are terribly alarmed at a knock or a ring
because they have not paid their rent and they are afraid that somebody
is after them for money. You and I have paid our debts, or rather, they
have been all paid for us. The Lord Jesus Christ has set us free–and
when death comes and knocks at our door–all that we shall have to do
will be to answer the summons and go with God's messenger at once.

Our friends will say, "He is gone." And if we have lived so that we
have had a good name, that is better than precious ointment! They will
know where we have gone and if they lament on that account they will be
very foolish, for they ought rather to say, "Thank God that our friend
has entered into his joy and rest!" There was a dear mother, a woman of
great faith, who loved her daughter very much, but she loved her Lord
more. And when her dear daughter was dying, she kissed her and said to
her, "My dear girl, you will be in Heaven within a few hours and I
congratulate you. The thought of your joy fills me with joy concerning
you and I cannot weep. I congratulate you and wish I was going with
you." Let us think of death after that holy manner.

IV. I have not time to finish my sermon. At least, I have time to
finish it, but not to continue it as long as I would like. I was going
to say, in the fourth place, that the day of a saint's death is BETTER
THAN THE WHOLE OF HIS DAYS PUT TOGETHER because his days here are days
of dying. The moment we begin to live we commence to die–

"Every beating pulse we count Lea ves but the number less."

Death is the end of dying! On the day of the Believer's death, dying is
forever done with! The saints who are with God shall never die again.
Life is wrestling, struggling–but death is the end of conflict–it is
rest victory. Life is full of sinning. Blessed be God, death is the end
of that–no transgression or iniquity shall follow us into Heaven. Life
is longing, sighing, crying, pining, desiring. Heaven is enjoying,
possessing, delighting one's self in God. This life is failure,
disappointment, regret. Such emotions are all over when the day of
death comes, for Glory dawns upon us with its satisfaction and intense
contentment!

The day of our death will be the day of our cure! There are some
diseases which, in all probability, some of us never quite get rid of
till the last Physician comes and He will settle the matter. One gentle
touch of His hand and we shall be cured forever! All infirmities, as
well as sicknesses, will vanish in our last hours. Blind Sister, you
will have your eyes. You that have lost your hearing shall listen to
the songs of angels and enter into the most refined of their harmonies.
You who must limp to your graves shall dance, by-and-by. You shall have
no more infirmities. Death will also be the cure of old age. No doctor
can help you about that–but this Doctor will end all. You shall renew
your youth like the eagle's. You shall be girt about with power when
your body rises from the grave and, till then, your soul shall enjoy
all the fresh-

ness and juvenility of youth! You shall be at your prime in Glory! Our
death day will be the loss of all losses. Life is made up of losses,
but death loses losses. Life is fall of crosses, but death is the cross
that brings crosses to an end. Death is the last enemy and turns out to
be the death of every enemy.

Dear Friends, put all your days together–they shall not equal that
last day which shall be to you the beginning of days of another sort!
The day of our death is the beginning of our best days! Sometimes even
that part of a dying day which is spent on earth is the best that the
dying Believer has ever lived. I have seen Believers die and if
anything can convince a man of the reality of religion, of the truth of
the Scriptures and of the power of the Spirit, it is the death of
saints! I have seen many persons who seemed to be as much dying of
their joy as of their disease, they were so happy! Their eyes, their
face, their whole bearing were those of persons in whom the utmost pain
was forgotten in an excess of joy, while weakness was swallowed up in
the delights of the Heaven which was dawning upon them.

I believe that angels come and meet certain departing ones–that they
come trooping outside the gate–and that dying ones frequently see that
which is supernatural. I am not dreaming! I believe that they actually
see what eyes have not seen and that there comes upon them a Light
which is neither of the sun, nor of the moon. At any rate, they speak
words of wondrous import! Dying children have spoken words which
certainly they never learned, for none have ever heard the like before!
And other departing ones have uttered words of rapture and ecstasy and
almost delirium of bliss, for Christ has come to them and they have
seen the King in His beauty even in the border land before they have
crossed the river and entered into Canaan!

"Is this what it is to die?" asked one. "Well, then," he said, "it is
worth while to live even to enjoy the bliss of dying!" The holy calm of
some and the transport of others prove that better is the day of death
in their case than the day of birth, or all their days on earth! And
then that later part of the day which is spent among the angels! They
breakfast with Christ on earth, but they sup with Him in Heaven. Oh,
that eventide of the day! Then to think that it shall be without
end–forever happy, forever triumphant and forever more and more
so–for, "from glory unto glory" makes us look for progress even there!

We shall rise from seeing Christ to seeing Him yet more and to
discovering more and more beauties in Him! We shall ascend from one
perfection to another perfection–from fullness up to our capacity to
an enlarged capacity and an equal fullness! From Glory unto Glory–from
sunlight to Godlight–from Godlight to the light of God yet more
received and enjoyed. There! I cannot go farther. Good night, "till the
day breaks and the shadows flee away" and then you and I will know, in
ten minutes, more than all the bench of bishops could tell us in a
year! You will know more in half a second than I could tell you if I
were to keep you here the whole night!

Only mind you, do not miss the way, one of you! Mind you do not miss
the way! Turn to the right, by the Cross, and go straight on. God lead
you by His Holy Spirit! Amen.
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