Many of us are walking in the shadow of death; all of us know something of its gloom. To each and all of us the comes the proffer of guidance and cheer from Him who has passed through a lifetime from death’s shadow.
“Christ leads us through no darker rooms
Than He went through before.”
“For we have not a high priest that cannot be touched with the feelings of our infirmities;” but one that hath been in all points tried like we are. Therefore every one of us is privileged to say: “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art is with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.” In the deepest gloom of this valley, as we grope through it with those that are dearest to us, we can hear the ring of our Shepard’s staff, as He finds the way for us; and we can gain comfort from the touch of His rod, even when the darkness of the hour shuts Him from our sight.
Every sorrow shall be but the setting of some luminous jewel of joy. Our very mourning shall be but the enamel around the diamond; our very hardships shall be the metallic ring that holds the opal, glancing with strange interior fire.
-Henry Ward Beecher.