WE KNOW ABOUT LIVING BUT-- DO WE KNOW ABOUT DYING?
As I mature, death becomes more real, less feared, more readily accepted. All my relatives: my grandmother, cousins, great grandparents, and parents, are buried in a small-town
cemetery--- resting in a clump of pine trees--- on a Missouri hillside.
In 2013, I chose to spend July 4th with my father at his final resting place. Thick grass spread a soft blanket
over the sleeping... as birds sang and squirrels played hide-n-seek between the headstones. Several graves displayed American flags honoring those dedicated veterans who'd proudly served their country in various wars. An atmosphere of quiet peace and timeless
memories surrounded me. I sensed an untroubled calm--noticeably absent--in my daily life. I stayed longer than I planned.
Standing in that silent place, surrounded by those
who had quietly surrendered, I realized that life offers many-worse fates… than death.
1 Corinthians 15:55, "Where, oh death, is thy victory? Where, oh death, is thy sting?"