For there is a home of which this earthly battle, even at its best, is but a type. Into that home God is gathering the great family. The Christian household that is broken here or scattered shall be reunited there. A father and his son were ship wrecked at sea. They clung to the rigging for a time and then the son was washed off. The father supposed he was lost. In the morning the father was rescued in an unconscious state, and after many hours awoke in a fisherman's hut, lying on a soft, warm bed. He turned his face, and there lay his son beside him on the same bed. So one by one our families are swept away in the sea of death. Our homes are emptied and our fondest ties are broken. But one in Christ Jesus we shall awake in the other world to see beside us again our loved ones whom we have lost here, yet who have only gone before us into the eternal home.
by J.R. Miller, The Family