An Open Letter to a Dying Saint

Today you asked me to tell you again about death.

Death is glory. Glory so great that it requires more of you that you can give now. God has a new purpose for you. A greater purpose. You body is tired and used, it is fulfilled its purpose. But God is not done with you. He will need to equip you to live with Him in glory.

God has a purpose for you and He wants to put you to work. He wants you to build with your hands something that produces glory, something that reflects His incomprehensible beauty. But now your hands are old and used. They have suffered the age of this world; they have been worn down with toil and pain. You need new hands, hands that can craft the beauty of Heaven. You need hands of Gold, a perfect mirror that reflect face of God. Your new hands can make something beautiful because they radiate the only true source of Beauty.

Your eyes are too weak to see the beauty of your new hands. They are old from straining. You strained too hard to see God how your eyes thought He should look. You fought and fought for God to make sense and be visible. This wore out your eyes, and God wants to give you new ones. He wants to put diamonds in your eyes, diamonds that pierce through the truth of anything they see. Your new eyes will pierce through any box you try to put God in, they will not let you limit Him. You are now ready.

Your ears are not good enough. You need to hear all the words of God. God is huge, but he also speaks quietly, intimately. He whispers his love in poetry too intimate, to sensual for anyone else to hear. Your ears are tired. You need ears to hear the quietest whisper, the faintest breaths. God will give you ears of leaves, leaves that soak up the words, than grow and thrive only when they are fed words of life. God has secrets, and He wants you to know them.

Your feet are too slow. You need new feet. God created you to enjoy Him, and He has missed the sight of you in pure pleasure. Now God says it is time to play…