He was brought up in a Christian home, but had spurned the grace of God; now he was dying. A visitor hoping to comfort him said: "It won't be long now, and after all, death is only going Home."
"Going Home?" he exclaimed; "What do you mean? This is the only home I have ever known. Death for me will be going away from home, to where I do not know."
What would it mean to you? Can you sing:
My heavenly home is bright and fair,
No pain nor death shall enter there;
Its glittering light the sun outshines,
Those heavenly mansions shall be mine.
I'm going home to die no more.