Nineteenth-century evangelist D. L. Moody loved to tell a story about the fishermen who ventured far out on the Adriatic Sea. Each evening their wives would go down to the shore to await their husbands’ return after a long and perilous day.

Standing there, they would sing the first verse of a familiar hymn, then pause and listen intently. They knew their husbands were safe when they heard them singing the second verse as it was carried by the wind across the waves.

Moody said, “Perhaps if we’d listen, we too might hear—in this storm-tossed world of ours—some sound, some whisper borne from loved ones afar.” As he contemplated the Savior’s return and being united with his loved ones, he said it was as if he could almost hear the echo of their voices “breaking in music upon the sands of time.”

I like to think that even as we long to see our loved ones who have gone to heaven, they are eagerly awaiting the day when we’ll be together again. One of these days, whether we are “caught up together with them in the clouds” (1 Th. 4:17) or we pass through death’s valley, we’re going to have a great and grand reunion. Oh, what rejoicing there will be!