I have been thinking alot lately about death.
A little morbid, I know. I have actually woken up in the middle of the night on a couple of occasions thinking about it. I don’t know if maybe it is because we are moving or perhaps just because I am being more and more aware of exactly how inevitable it is.
Getting older. Dying.
There’s no one who can avoid it. It is so crazy if you step back and think about it, how the body breaks down. Alzheimer’s, Parkinsons. I met someone a couple days ago who had been healthy his whole life and now has cancer, heart problems, Parkinsons and some other disease I can’t remember.
It doesn’t matter how much you run, how well you take care of your body, what you eat, what you don’t eat, your next moment is closer to your last. You are going to age, your body is going to break down, and you are going to die.
Which, honestly I think has to be a very frightening thought for most people to think about. It must be so frightening for most people to look on older people and realize that is where they are headed.
Unless there is a resurrection. I was just rejoicing the other day in the resurrection because it makes every stage of life so much more enjoyable. I can look forward to getting older with my wife, to the seventy, eighty year old stage because I know that is not all there is. I am going to be raised from the dead.
What a reason to love Jesus. He purchased this freedom from fear, this hope, for me!