It’s Better Higher Up – Dwight Lyman Moody

Not long ago there lived an old bed-ridden saint, and a Christian lady who visited her found her always very cheerful. This visitor had a lady friend of wealth who constantly looked on the dark side of things, and was always cast down although she was a professed Christian. She thought it would do this lady good to see the bed-ridden saint, so she took her down to the house. She lived up in the garret, five stories up, and when they had got to the first story the lady drew up her dress and said, “How dark and filthy it is!” “It’s better higher up,” said her friend. They got to the next story, and it was no better; the lady complained again, but her friend replied, “It’s better higher up,” At the third floor it seemed still worse, and the lady kept complaining, but her friend kept saying, “It’s better higher up.” At last they got to the fifth story, and when they went into the sick-room, there was a nice carpet on the floor, there were flowering plants in the window, and little birds singing. And there they found this bedridden saint — one of those saints whom God is polishing for his own temple — just beaming with joy. The lady said to her, “It must be very hard for you to lie here.” She smiled, and said, “It’s better higher up.” Yes! And if things go against us, my friends, let us remember that “it’s better higher up.”