And then God will spread a banquet, and He will invite all the
principalities of heaven to sit at the feast; and the tables will
blush with the best clusters from the vineyards of God, and crimson
with the twelve manner of fruits from the Tree of Life; and water from
the fountains of the rock will flash from the golden tankards; and the
old harpers of heaven will sit there making music with their harps;
and Christ will point you out amid the celebrities of heaven, saying,
"She suffered with me on earth, now we are going to be glorified
together." And the banqueters, no longer able to hold their peace,
will break forth with congratulation, "Hail! hail!" And there will be
handwritings on the wall--not such as struck the Persian noblemen with
horror, but fire-tipped fingers writing in blazing capitals of light
and love and victory: "God hath wiped away all tears from all faces!"