Heaven | Faith | Reunion

When C.S. Lewis lost his dear friend, Charles Williams, he wrote something which he hoped would not be regarded as maudlin. He felt that since Charles Williams had died, heaven was no longer a strange, far-off place. It had been once, but now it was near and dear because his friend was there. And when Lewis later lost his wife he said the same thing. Lewis’s experience was not unlike that of a woman named Mrs. Bunting from a fishing village on the coast of Northern Ireland. When she was well into her eighties, she had a conversation about death with a visiting clergyman. “I’m not afraid to die,” she said, “because I have a claim on heaven.” Do you know what her “claim” was? It was her own child who had died in infancy. Mrs. Bunting had lived to be a ripe old age, but all the time she had loved that little one. She was not afraid to die because she had a…