My dear son-in-law recently lost his father to age and illness. Jim was a godly, upright man who walked faithfully in the ways of the Lord, and is assuredly enjoying that walk in a full, new way - not as in a glass darkly. These things bring us temporary sorrow, and rightly so, but we Christians can also rest in the hope of glory, for death was only the short transition from this life of toil and care to one of glory and rest.
In The Seaboard Parish, George MacDonald writes of the resurrection,
"In the animal world ... you behold the goings of the Resurrection. Plainest of all, look at the story of the butterfly - so plain that the pagan Greeks called it and the soul by one name - Psyche. Psyche meant with them a butterfly or the soul, either. Look how the creeping thing, ugly to our eyes, so that we can hardly handle it without a shudder, finding itself growing sick with age, straightway falls to spinning and weaving at its own shroud, coffin, and grave, all in one-to prepare, in fact, for its resurrection; for it is for the sake of the resurrection that death exists.



Its children too shall pass through the same process, to wing the air of a summer noon, and rejoice in the atherial and the pure."