Death

Death, it’s a funny thing. When I was a boy my grandparents died. My cat died. People died. I sat up late one night bawling, in fear, of death.

It seemed like a great darkness, death. I felt “the nothingness”, like in that movie. When I knew people who died it freaked me out. What happens after we die? What would happen to me or the people I love after we die?

I still fear death. It still makes me cry. It still feels senseless at times. The question of death inevitably leads us to the question of God. Why is that?

When I was a boy crying at night after funerals I cried out to God too. I didn’t know God then or if there was a God but I didn’t know where else to turn. Do we have anywhere else to turn?

I don’t want to believe in a life that ends in darkness; that ends with our lives, individually and corporately, amounting to nothingness. Where is the hope in that? Where is the redemption? No life after death leads to nihilism, anarchy and darkness.

When Jesus died and rose on the third day, I believe that, he conquered death. In Jesus’ resurrection from the dead he conquered death. Jesus was like The Warrior in WWF who comes back in the last round, beaten and bruised, to win the fight. Jesus is like a WWF wrestler layin the smack down on the nothingness in the last round.

Death is a funny thing, I believe, because it leads to life.