I think about death quite often, but not in a morbid way. I have come close to dying on a number of occasions, starting as a tot who was nearly hit by a dump truck. My most recent brush with death was a result of complications during surgery. Although I was never in the same danger as I was when I'd lost so much blood that there was no discernible pulse, losing over a half litre of blood reminded me that life is short and death is certain.
I'm a Christian, and I have hope.
Not this kind of hope:
Oh, write of me, not
"Died in bitter pains,"
But "Emigrated
to another star!"
~Helen Hunt Jackson
This kind of hope, found in a prayer by Scotty Smith:
See to it, brothers, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving
heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily, as
long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s
deceitfulness. We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end
the confidence we had at first.Hebrews 3:12-14
Dear
Jesus, this portion of your Word is both sobering and encouraging. It leads me
to think about friendship this morning and the gospel-posse you’ve given me.
I’m so very grateful for the friends you’ve woven into my life. Being an
introvert, the journey of investing my heart in long term relationships has
required, and still requires the work of the gospel in my heart—a grace work
you’ve been faithful to provide.
I’ve
already gripped the handle of a couple of friend’s caskets and they’ll do the
same for me one day. More than ever, I want us to finish well together in the
gospel. What does look like and what will it require, Jesus?
My
temptation is to treat my easiest friendships like a broken-in pair of
Birkenstocks—I just enjoy these relationships without much thought or effort.
It’s a great gift to have a few friends who can finish each other’s sentences,
endure one another’s jokes, appreciate each other’s quirks and accept one
another’s weaknesses. Surely, this is a gospel-gift.
Yet,
Jesus, we’re still foolish men—capable of acting out in very destructive ways,
prone to wander, easy targets for temptation. Sin is exceedingly deceitful.
With all of my heart, I believe in the “final perseverance of the saints,” but
I equally believe that it’s the saints who
will finally persevere. Your Word is very clear—continuance in the gospel is a
sign of being rooted in the gospel. That doesn’t scare me, but it does
humble me.
Help us
know how to hold each other accountable for believing the gospel. Help us to
take each other’s heart-struggles seriously. Don’t let us confuse flattery with
encouragement. Help us never to minimize nor marginalize the hardening power of
sin. Help us know how to preach the gospel to our own hearts daily and to each
all the time, until Today gives way tothe Day.
So very Amen, I pray, in your all glorious name.
Oh, how I long to finish well. I do not want to waste my time playing Solitaire and watching television. I want to be an Ambassador for Christ - His representative here on earth.
Father, I scarcely
dare to pray,
So clear I see, now
it is done,
How I have wasted
half my day,
And left my work but
just begun.
~ A Last Prayer
I have aches and pains that remind me that my life is a vapour. This is humourous, and true:
My body, eh. Friend Death, how now?
Why all this tedious
pomp of writ?
Thou hast reclaimed
it sure and slow
For half a century,
bit by bit.
~Habeas Corpus.
I hope that I continue to be stoic when pain and sorrow invade.
Long, long before
men die I sometimes read
Their stoic backs as
plain as graveyard stones.
~John Crowe Ransom
Better still, may I look forward to eternity with joy. That's where I'll see Jesus face to face!
Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, ~1 Peter 1:8
Good article. In Whom do you put your trust when you are facing death? Read this: http://www.dennyburk.com/do-you-have-a-confidence-in-christ-that-can-handle-ebola/
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UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
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Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.