What Comes Next
We all know that there is no escape from death. We all know that our life ends whenever it happens, and that no one really can escape it no matter what you do. My question is this - - is there anything you can do to prepare and know that you are ready for this big finale'. ?
It seems to me that as you get older, as each Christmas, each birthday passes, the time goes more and more quickly. Each summer turns to fall, and each spring turns to summer. To a kid, this takes forever, waiting for the summer, and the anticipation felt as each summer is about to begin. With each passing year, and with each passing summer, when fall begins, I begin to feel like a tree losing leaves, only I am losing a little bit of my youth with each passing year. Then finally, it is not youth I am losing, but life itself, as my end draws closer and closer. I no longer look as I did when I was young, I no longer am able to do all the things I was able to do, and as I see another Christmas going by, I realize that as it goes by, so does the days that I will never see again, and the time for my passing gets closer.
I am not trying to be morbid or depressing, but just truthful. I never used to think about my death, but something inside me realized what I was approaching when my children reached middle aged, when I saw myself doing things like my grandmother did, and I started remembering the days of my youth, and saw how far away they had become. I remembered people who were no longer with us more often, and was able to know the answers to some of life's harder questions.
Some feel that it is because of the approaching end of our lives that we begin to believe in God, and begin to pray, for we are afraid of the end, and do not know what is before us, that we turn to God. That out of weakness and fear, we have no place else to turn but to the Big Man in the Sky. This may be true for some, but for myself, I gave my life and heart to God when I was only ten years old. I have always known God, and have spent most of my life studying the Bible, and know what is written and taught to us regarding the end of our lives. Still I must admit that when I ponder my death and what it will be like, I cannot say that I am not scared, but not of where I will be, but more of how I will suffer the end, and if I will face this unknown alone. As a matter of fact, I think that this is mostly what I am afraid of, and this is the unknown factors involved. The old fear of the unknown.
I have told my kids that I know about my death, and that I will be 82 years old, and I will be run over by a runaway garbage truck. I say this kidding, but who knows really. It could be a very accurate description of what will be.
I know that this is a fact, and that birth and death are but a transition to another place, and that both processes are traumatic to the human spirit and physical self. Nothing horribly unbearable, but basically uncomfortable until it is over. A transition to the next place, to the next dimension of what we know of life. Yet and still, with each passing day as it draws closer and closer, I ponder what will it be like. Will I get to see my long lost loved ones that have gone before me? I would love to believe so, and I do believe so.