“PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?
GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.
GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.”
This is one of the most touching scenes, at least I think so, of this trilogy. Here we see the White city of Gondor being sieged by the enemies of darkness. Pippin like many of us is practically pooping himself silly. The enemies are in the city, sounds of fighting ring in the air, and the screeches of beasts fill his ears. In this moment Gandalf the White, who was resurrected basically from the grave after fighting the beast we last talk about, is giving him comfort about what is to come for them.
I have lost three significant people in my life to death so far. One would be my Godmothers husband Jack, my best friend Kris, and the other is my son Declan. Jack was a pig farmer who didn’t have a lot but loved his wife, his friends, and his God. He lead by example for most of my young life and I looked up to him. One summer he passed away and a hole was left in my heart. I cried that night at my summer camp after reading the letter from my mother telling me Jack had passed. But yet he reminded me that Heaven was Jacks home and he had gone there to tend the Lords pigs. Kris, on the other hand, was 20 years old when he passed from here to Heaven. I was devastated. Kris was my rock, he was the one friend I had always had that would be there for me no matter what. He and I would talk on the phone a lot and we would share things that were the essence of our souls. Let me explain that, Kris and I had a deep friendship that made us brothers. When I lost him I had another hole in my heart. To comfort me my pastor and spiritual father of the time said that Kris had accomplished his mission on earth and had gone home yet again to see his King. It’s comforting. There are two songs that come to mind for me when I think of death and of heaven. Heaven is my Home and Homeward Bound (click the names to listen). The last of these and the greatest is my son Declan. My hope and joy for him is that he is now learning about the goodness of his parents from God. He watches over my wife and me day and night. He is and will always be, near and dear to my heart. He and I have our talks and he gives me strength. Both songs above I have gotten strength from when it comes to Declan.
Just like Gandalf had said, Jesus also gives us the same hope and vision in Revelation 7:13-17.
13 Then one of the elders answered, saying to me, “Who are these arrayed in white robes, and where did they come from?”14 And I said to him, “Sir, you know.” So he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.15 Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them.16 They shall neither hunger anymore nor thirst anymore; the sun shall not strike them, nor any heat;17 for the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to living fountains of waters. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”
So let us take comfort in where we are going and remember those who have gone before us. They are in a place that is so much better now. We should learn that no matter what is happening around us to look forward to the prize ahead.
Please feel free to share your experiences and thoughts in the comment section below. May God bless you and keep you all of your days.