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18Jan/160

To Live Is To Die

I've been thinking about death a lot lately.

Not by choice, mind you. It just seems to be popping up everywhere. Family members, movies, TV, the news, books. Someone dies and I think about it. In fact, three famous personalities- Lemmy Kilmister, David Bowie, and Alan Rickman (all who were the same age as my dad, coincidentally) died in the past week or so.

As a believer in Jesus Christ- who was able to look Death in the eyes and overcome it- Death has an interesting role to play for me. It's not the end of everything.

Even so, losing someone you love is always sad. Being afraid to lose someone you love is even worse, as you relive it over and over again in anticipation. We meditate on the possibility dying, and in doing so, I think we tend to overlook the significance of the actual life that did (or could) end.

Death is significant, but only because it marks the end of something that was significant.

In other words: If life wasn't important, death wouldn't matter. Our modern funerals are known for celebrating the departed's life; remembering the good memories and things associated with it.

How hard would it be for us to celebrate this while people are still alive? Why is it that we mourn with regret, only when it's too late? What would it look like if we celebrated the lives of our loved ones every day?

I'll admit there are days when I think life is valuable because of accomplishments, or because of something that person did. But God loved us while we were yet sinners. His love predated our very existence, and hasn't changed despite our shortcomings. God celebrates life, and as His followers, so should we. It's not conditional on what we do.

There are those who think we are simply worm fodder, and are destined to live and die without significance. But the very fact that we're alive means something. It means we were brought into this world to exist, and live in it to the fullest. We were created for a purpose... even if that purpose is to live a normal life, it means something.

So, as I'm preparing to go to a funeral for a friend's wife tonight (Sunday night), I'm reminded that I'm still alive. And as long as I am, God's not done with me.

Death is sad, but only because the life that ended was worth something.

Don't just wait to die.

Your life is worth something, so live it.

Posted by Jeff Hendricks

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