But for you who fear my name the sun of righteousness shall rise, with healing in its wings. You shall go forth leaping like calves from the stall.
Scripture promises, not freedom from trouble, sin, pain, and death, but redemption from these things. The promise is that the joy of the Lord is so exquisite that even pain and death will somehow become occasions of rejoicing. Heaven is that place where the saints discover, in the words of Tolkien, “their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.” Even in this world we have some small sense of this from time to time, but in Heaven these tokens will be exchanged for the reality. When the sun of righteousness rises we will truly discover that, as Julian of Norwich was told, “All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of thing will be well.”