We know very little about the after-life but someone once described it as “an unknown region with a well-know inhabitant.” I remember an old man I once ministered to just before his death, who told me how, in London, at the end of World War One, he found a destitute war veteran dead in a park. The only thing in the man’s pocket was a scrap of paper with these words scrawled on it: “The sky o’er-head is dark and drear, the way I cannot see. But my Master stands above the clouds. For him to know is enough for me.”
Richard Baxter wrote:
“My knowledge of that life is small,
the eye of faith is dim.
But it’s enough that Christ knows all,
and I shall be with him.”
As we confront the uncertainties of this world , only faith can produce the great hope that overcomes the silent desperation of life.