How Precious is the Death of His Saints posted by John Sorensen on Mar 31, 2014

This morning, my friend and mentor, Allen Duble entered into glory.

When I was young, I had great difficulty dealing with death. I remember one day my mom coming in my room early in the morning to tell me of the death of a close relative. Of course I was shocked. As a young person, death seemed distant. The bottom line was that I didn’t know how to react. Or even how to feel.

As I’ve grown older, death has become a bit more friendly. Certainly in the sense that it comes more frequently. I’ve always had a tendency to relate to folks that were a generation older than me, so I suppose its not that surprising.

But it’s more than that. There is a sense in which death is a friend.

It was through God’s removal of my fear of death that I first knew for sure that I had eternal life through Jesus Christ. You can read that story here: http://www.whatsmystory.org/#/jsorensen

But I guess what I’m talking about is that there is another sense that Heaven has become the place where the delight of my heart resides. First in my Savior (for He is surely there) and now as the residence of many of my dearest friends. The Bible says that “Where your treasure is, there your heart is also.” (Matthew 6:21) So, bit by bit, one by one, my heart is taking up residence more and more in Heaven. I suppose that going there one day will simply be stepping into home.

I feel like I can understand truly what God meant when He said, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” (Psalm 116:15)

So while I cry, I rejoice. I do not grieve as one without hope. And that hope is indeed precious to me.

Please pray for the family. He leaves here a wonderful bride, Sharon, and many children/grandchildren.

Thank you Allen for being my friend. I miss you already. But I know Heaven is richer.