Dr. W. A Criswell, late pastor of the First Baptist Church of Dallas, Texas, said on one occasion on an airplane flight he found himself seated beside a well-known theologian. He desperately wanted to start a conversation and they got to talking. The man told Dr. Criswell about how he had recently lost a little boy through death. Dr. Criswell listened as he told his story: He said he had come home from school with a fever and we thought it was just one of those childhood things, but it was a very virulent form of meningitis. The doctor said we cannot save your little boy. He’ll die.
And so this seminary professor, loving his son as he did, sat by the bed side to watch this death vigil. It was the middle of the day and the little boy whose strength was going from him and whose vision and brain was getting clouded said, “Daddy, it’s getting dark isn’t it?” The professor said to his son, “Yes son it is getting dark, very dark.” Of course it was very dark for him. He said, “Daddy, I guess it’s time for me to go to sleep isn’t it?” He said, “Yes, son, it’s time for you to go to sleep.”
The professor said the little fellow had a way of fixing his pillow just so, and putting his head on his hands when he slept and he fixed his pillow like that and laid his head on his hands and said, “Good night Daddy. I will see you in the morning.” He then closed his eyes in death and stepped over into heaven.
Dr. Criswell said the professor didn’t say anymore after that. He just looked out the window of that airplane for a long time. Then he turned back and he looked at Dr Criswell with the scalding tears coming down his cheeks and he said, “Dr. Criswell, I can hardly wait till the morning.”
You see, the morning is coming. And we will see our loved ones. That’s what Jesus is saying, “The gates of hell, the gates of DEATH, shall not prevail against the church!”
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Brett Blair, Sermon Illustrations, 1999