I am going to say something that is likely to land me in a bit of hot water.  But how is it new that the words I write are not readily welcome among men?

Since I was a boy I have heard people Iament over the loss of a loved one.  There is a time for deep sorrow when a loved one leaves this place of testing.  I am not referring to that time of deep grief.  I know personally that death can deliver a shocking blow to the mind and heart.

I am speaking of that pining away that so many do.  If the Lord allowed them five hundred years of life here everyday would be filled with remorse.  It is not possible that such hopelessness is good.  And it never speaks of anything past the grave.

Now here is what will get me into trouble.  I mourn the loss of no man.  If they are in heaven I will soon be joined with them forever.  If they are in hell I will soon forget their name forever.  I mourn for what I have never seen.  I mourn to receive the promise.

Let each one do as the heart dictates.  But there is vastly more potential in mourning for the promise of God then in the passing of men.