Death is a reminder of what we lost in mankind's fall
Opinion. Not fact, not truth.
I write my posts in a black and white manner. I mean to say whatever I say as pointed fact.... truth. I believe that truth is that way, solid, unyielding, unbending, unbreaking. Like the character and nature of God.
But what I am about to say is mere opinion. I have nothing scriptural to back it up. It is an observation, but still one I hold on to.
I don't believe that death is meant to be easy. I don't believe we can come to death with a nonchalant attitude. It is meant to hurt. It is never meant to be casual. It is a reminder --- a harsh reminder --- of all that we lost in the fall.
Grappling with death is God's way of showing us that this life is not permanent.... and never will be. That holding on to this life is futile... and meant to be. That the decay of age, and time, and universal entropy are inescapable --- but likewise, that there is more.
Augustine died 1700 years ago. But his words and life live on. Luther died 500 years ago, but God still uses him today. Someday I will die.... and my prayer is simply that my words be found truth-full and truthful. Death does not come without hope.
There is a single verse I have memorized and turned back to time and time again. It is the heart and essence --- the very definition of --- what it means to be "Christian". And it's found in the Book of Revelation.
It must be pointed out that the verse before this talks about Satan.... thus the "they overcame him..." is a reference back to the great dragon, the deciever, the devil....
And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die. (Revelation 12:11)
They were not afraid to die.
Sondi, my mentor and dearest friend, lying on her deathbed, uttered to her husband "Trust God." She was not afraid to die. Even as Necrotizing Fasciitis was eating her alive... she did not fear death.
In 2010, when I faced death myself, my words to my wife were "God knows what He's doing." There was no fear.
And yet..... when we view death in others.... it is meant to remind us...... Life in this world is not, and never was meant to be, permanent. That this world has been utterly corrupted by the fall... and death is a cold, hard picture of that reality.
I'm awake well past my bedtime. I'm pondering death because tomorrow I must grieve and let go of a pet that was precious to me. A pet who's heart has failed him. Death is a reminder of the fall. Of everything we lost..... and how in Christ, we still have hope.... but only in Christ.











