Recently, I celebrated my 66th birthday with an eight-day burst of joyful activities. It was wonderful. I heard “Happy birthday!” many times. And when I heard that phrase, I wondered if anyone would ever say to me, “Happy deathday!”
Certainly that’s not going to be a Hallmark card any time soon. But why not? Life is hard. I’m not suicidal or depressed, just aware that unimaginable blessings await us. “Soon I will be done with the troubles of the world,” sang the great Mahalia Jackson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbDSdOKqsvM).
May we fix our hearts on the Divine, and enjoy every moment of godly pleasure that comes our way. May we all labor patiently, live faithfully, and grow in grace until we are called home. And may all our deathdays be happy: free from fear and distress, filled with the comfort and hope of knowing that we will soon be in the embrace of our loving Lord.
John Quincy Adams (sketched, as Quincy lay dying, by Arthur J. Stansbury, 1781-1865)