Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die as believers in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, and they’ll be rewarded for what they’ve done.”
The sun rises, and its burning heat dries up the plants. Their blossoms fall and their beauty is destroyed. In the same way, rich people will fade away even as they go about their business.
He will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his chosen people from the north, south, east, and west—from one end of the sky to the other.
Because those children have bodies made out of flesh and blood, Jesus became human like them in order to die for them. By doing that, he could stop the one who rules over the kingdom of death, that is, the devil,
Peter turned around and saw that the disciple Jesus loved was following them. (He was the one who had leaned back against Jesus at the supper and asked, “Lord, who is going to hand you over to your enemies?”)