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(Thomas Boston,
"Death")
"For I know that you will bring me to death, and
to the house appointed for all living." Job 30:23
Behold the vanity of the world, and of all those
things in it, which men so much value and esteem;
and therefore set their hearts upon.
The rich and the poor are equally intent
upon
this fleeting world--they bow the knee
to it, yet it is
but a clay god. They court the bulky
vanity, and
run eagerly to catch this shadow.
The rich man is hugged to death in the world's embraces; while
the poor man wearies himself in the fruitless pursuit for the
world.
But look into the grave, O man! Consider and be wise!
Listen to the doctrine of death; and learn, that, hold
as hard as you can, you shall be forced to let go your
hold of the world at length! "He will take nothing with him when
he dies" Psalm 49:17
Though you load yourself with the fruits of this earth--yet all
shall fall off when you come to creep
into your
hole--the house, under ground,
appointed for all living. When death comes, you must bid an
eternal
farewell to all your worldly enjoyments.
If you lie down on the grass, and stretch yourself
at full length, and observe the print of your body
when you rise--you may see how much of this earth
will fall to your share at last. It may be that you shall
get a coffin and a shroud--but you are not sure
of that; many who have had abundance of wealth,
yet have not had this much when they took up their new house in the land of silence.
It was a sobering lesson, which Saladin, when dying,
gave to his soldiers. He called for his standard bearer,
and ordered him to take his shroud upon a pole, and
go out to the camp with it, and declare that of all his
conquests, victories, and triumphs--he had nothing
now left him, but that piece of linen to wrap his body
in for burial.
This world is a false friend, who leaves a man
in time of greatest need, and flees from him when
he has most to do. When you are lying on a deathbed,
all your friends and relations cannot rescue you; all
your substance cannot ransom you, nor procure you
a reprieve for one day; no, not for one hour!
"Naked I came from my mother's womb,
and naked I will depart." Job 1:21
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