You can’t explain beauty. You just see it, hear it, smell it or think it. Dream it, maybe. Sometimes beauty lies in the way words are used. Like this:
Abraham breathed his last and died in a good old age, an old man and full of years, and was gathered to his people. (Genesis 25:8)
“Gathered to His people.” Those words sing beauty. Not lost, not buried, not laid to rest. But gathered. Wow! I’ve been stopped in my tracks by those words, especially after the death of my wife. I wonder how they came to be, who thought of them and what they meant to convey. Certainly, the continuity of life after death and the reunion of special relationships. But commentaries that seek to explain them obscure their beauty with academic huffing and puffing. They don’t really know. So, I will not add to that.
Except to remind you that Jesus extended an invitation and promise to all who would trust Him. They would not perish, but enjoy everlasting life. And be gathered. To their people.