My Saturday morning post lately has been an exposition of some old, favorite hymn. We are going to visit an old friend this weekend, so time ran short. So, I am have reworked a bit a post from a while back.

There will be a happy meeting in Heaven, I know
When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below
Gathered on that blessed hilltop with hearts all aglow
That will be a glad reunion day.
A glad day, a wonderful day,
A glad day, a glorious day
There with all the holy angels and loved ones to stay
That will be a glad reunion day.

Let me say up front that this is not supposed to be a sad post; it is actually one I hope will cause some to be filled with joy over what can be. I do, however, have to tell a somewhat sad story to make the point. Please don’t feel sorry, though, because I am not any longer myself.


I had a brother once, and that is us in the pictures you see here on this post. To say we loved each other as much as two children could would be quite the understatement. Sadly, He died in an unfortunate accident when he was only three years old. Robert Hamilton Fry was his name, and he would be 47 years old now.

I can remember that day almost 50 years ago as if it was happening even now; that is how vividly the pictures are forever burned in my mind after all these years. I can remember the small body in the water, the ambulance as it raced into the driveway, the first responders as they worked frantically, and finally, the sad head shakes as they realized there was nothing to be done.

For years just thinking about him would just bring waves of sadness over me; there was much sadness as well as long-lasting effects from his death. It was just one of those things which can tear families apart. Bobby’s favorite song was “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head” by BJ Thomas, and just hearing it would bring it all rushing back.

I am not sad anymore, however. Well, of course, I am, but not sad the way I used to be. I miss him, and I am sad for all of the good times we would have had these almost 50 years or so. The sad, however, has been replaced by great joy in many ways, if not most ways. It has certainly been replaced in the most important way.

You see, we will meet again some day. I know that, due to my relationship with Jesus Christ, I will be in Heaven with my Lord at the instant of my passing from this life. I also believe, based on my reading of God’s Word, that my brother is there waiting for me patiently. By the way, that is not an invitation to a theology debate there, so let’s not waste our time: I believe what I said to be so. We will meet again some day, and will forever be with each other and The Lord. Hence most of my thoughts about him bring far more joy than pain now.

But, what is my real point here? I have two really and here they are:

One. Saved people with saved loved ones who have left this world? I know it’s not enough, but you can take some heart and comfort that you will see them again some day.

Two. This is the big one and is really the point of all of this verbiage. Do you know a loved one who has no relationship with Jesus? Will you miss them when they are gone? Then the question is: have you told them about the gift of salvation God offers through His Son?

If not, would you tell them today?