A beautiful little boy in my old parish died this week from a sudden accident. One moment he was playing, the next he was seriously injured, and the next, he died.
Death is not ok. It was never supposed to happen to us. Jesus changed it, and made it the door to eternal life, but it is still a bad thing. He cried to see the cup before His eyes, on the night He was betrayed.
I think of this wonderful, promising little boy, baptized and of tender age, standing at the choir Mass with his family in the front row, with their hymnals open. I hope we did right by him. I hope that our prayer together prepared him to sing today with the angels.
O the happiness of the heavenly alleluia, sung in security, in fear of no adversity! We shall have no enemies in heaven, we shall never lose a friend. God’s praises are sung both there and here, but here they are sung by those destined to die, there, by those destined to live for ever; here they are sung in hope, there, in hope’s fulfillment; here they are sung by wayfarers, there, by those living in their own country. -St. Augustine