We often look to old age with dread, forgetting that at dusk, light will shine. For many believers, old age is the most precious part of life. As they near eternity's shore, a gentle breeze soothes their journey. The sea is calmer, and peace prevails. The fires of youth have faded, but a true and earnest flame remains.

These pilgrims have entered Beulah, the blissful land where days are like heaven on earth. Angels visit, heavenly breezes blow, paradise flowers bloom, and the air is filled with celestial music. Some dwell there for years, others only hours before leaving, but it's an Eden here on earth. We should long for the day when we'll rest in its shade and be filled with hope until glory arrives.

The sunset appears larger and its glory colors the clouds. Pain doesn't disturb the twilight's calm, as strength made perfect in weakness supports it all. Life's evening offers ripe fruits of experience, and the soul prepares for rest. God's people will find light even in death.

Unbelief fears nightfall and the end, but faith declares the night is nearly over and true day is near. Light comes: the light of immortality, the light of our Father's face. Gather your feet into the bed, see the waiting hosts of spirits!

Angels fly you away. Farewell, beloved, you're gone, waving your hand. Now it's light. The pearly gates are open, shining golden streets in jasper light. We shield our eyes, but you see the unseen. Goodbye, brother, you have light at evening, which we haven’t yet seen.