Me too.
What about tomorrow? If I died today I wouldn’t know what happened tomorrow.
I wouldn’t be able to creep on my friends to see what’s new with them.
Wendy would be totally bummed out if I died.
There are no birds singing in the grave, nor any beer.
However… as I was thinking this morning while walking along, if I really had to die, such as if I lay in a hospital bed, numb from painkillers and I knew the end was near and quite inevitable, I think I’d actually look forward to it.
Mind you, this is only if I really had to, and there was no way out of it. If there was a way out, please, sign me up!
But no, really, I would look forward to my experience of dying.
Not so much the dying, because I reckon it’s probably like getting knocked out and losing consciousness, or falling fast into a dreamless sleep.
More so the resurrection.
I have a strong faith in the resurrection. It’s promised in the most reliable collection of writings known to mankind. It’s logical because otherwise Satan would have the upper hand over Jehovah if he was able to be the instigator of un-recoverable deaths.
Now, how strong is my faith? I guess it will take a gun pointed at my head and a request to violate my integrity to find out for sure.
Yet I believe the account about how Enoch was “transferred” when God ended his life. We believe he was probably in a trance, enjoying a vision of Paradise, and as he will no doubt recount many times during future interviews, “suddenly I was instantly transferred to the literal Paradise!”
We believe that when we have no sense of the passage of time that we’re thrust instantly into the future.
Such as when a Veterinarian, who hated to fly in aeroplanes, decided to try to relax himself by taking some dog tranquilizers. He got on the plane, sat down, and had just gotten comfortable when the flight attendant told him he needed to get up. Why?, he wondered. She explained it was because the plane had arrived at its destination!
So if I ever have to die, and there’s no way out, I will look forward to what the next few minutes (of my experience) will be… I know that if Jehovah sees fit, he will have Jesus resurrect me. I know he will.
Today I’m going to view the corpse of the mother of one of my co-workers. She died last Friday. That’s why I’m thinking about this stuff today.
There’s no need for any suicide interventions, at least not on my behalf.
Well that was intense.
ReplyDeleteAfter work I went home and showered and put on a suit and tie and headed over to Greenwood Memorial for the viewing.
It's such a beautiful day, with tall fluffy clouds, white on top, grey in the middle, with flat charcoal bottoms, set against a baby blue sky.
After driving through curving roads I parked outside the Chapel and offices, and made my way inside, where two gentlemen in suits very smoothly passed me off, one to another and got me through a mini labyrinth of hallways into "the" viewing room.
There was a loud buzz of hubbub, almost like a cocktail party, coming from the room which was unexpected. I thought there'd be seating and quite somberness.
I only spent less the 2 minutes there, I'm sure. Hugged Michelle my co-worker. Walked over the casket to view Athena's mom. Turned to find Athena standing there. Hugged Athena pretty good. Then moved over to the display where you could donate to cancer research in Marellyn's name.
Then since I was in room full of strangers and feeling so very uncomfortable, I left.
Looking at the body was a strange experience... it was like looking at an embalmed body laying in a casket. She looked waxy or plastic. My mind expected her torso to rise as she took a breath. She was perfectly motionless.
That was like only my 3rd dead body. Young Glen Harris when I was a teenager. A car crashed into the bedroom where he was sleeping. My Grandpa Terry. And now Athena's mom.
There must have been more... but they've faded from memory. Unlike the others.