(A remarkable piece written by Revd Reg Dean, from Derbyshire, just before his 110th birthday, and shortly before he died.)
I am going to speak about time. The time of decision.
The time of thinking of the gracious things I know and the peace l have learned as I sit in my lonely room.
I think of all of the time when all of my friends have been to see me, and still come. May they live in happiness and joy.
I sit in my room and think of the time and joy when, we shall all meet again in the heavens of justice and peace; and, though I am
growing old I am not afraid to go.
I have so much to be thankful for, and I have had time to think on all these things.
I am learning who I am, why I am here, where I am going – and I am glad that the hour is now near, the day is closing, the fretful life is over.
And I look forward to the time when I must close the book and search for the key of happiness that will open the gate for me.
I approach that time of joy with gladness and peace – the time when I hear the voice calling to me as I open the gate, “Who goes there?” and I shall cheerfully cry, “A friend,” and he will reply, “Enter and join my fellowship, Thomas Reginald Dean.”
With Many Peaceful Blessings