a city. A time comes when the loved one’s house is no longer fit for human habitation. By some good fortune he/she inherits a beautiful mansion in the elite community of the city. You rejoice because of the new home, but you grieve for yourself because you are left behind and are lonely. Infinitely so this is what death means for Christians. Death is not a blind alley, but a thoroughfare into the Father’s “House of Many Mansions.” Death is not a box canyon with only one