Let thy servant, I pray thee, turn back again, that I may die in mine own city.
Dying at home
In our last great trial, in our conflict with the king of terrors, what a consolation to feel that our friends are about us, that we are at home.
1. How much earthly friends may help us in the hour of death.
2. The limitation of this help.
3. The Christian’s consolation that wherever death may overtake him he will die in the midst of friends. His Elder Brother will be there, and God, his father, and he will be encompassed with a host of heavenly witnesses, friends in Jesus Christ. Through death we will go from our earthly home to our heavenly home. (Homiletic Review.)
Going home to die
When Sir Walter Scott returned from Italy, in sickness and mental affliction, and was approaching his home in Selkirkshire, theold familiar landmarks seemed to recall him to his wonted animation. “That is Gala Water! Yonder are the Eildon Hills!” was his joyous exclamation. When at last Abbotsford appeared in sight, he became so excited that he desired to be raised up in the carriage that he might look on his beautiful home. Yet he was only going home to die.
Love of home
Sir Walter Scott used to say that he loved the honest grey hills of Scotland as his very life, and that if he did not see the heather once a year be thought he should die.
