It is when there is death that we see our humanity. It is the time when we feel most vulnerable. Even the hardest hearts melt; the strongest weaken; and the bravest falter. We meet Death at the most unexpected, and yet oddly most God-given, times. It unabashedly just comes and grabs us.
It is with death that we feel most human. We see families and friends gather together to celebrate the humanity, the life of a person. People sing song after song, share stories hour after hour until the set burial time. With the death of a loved one, the separated become whole and hearts become one in prayer and condolences.
It is with death that we feel most finite. We are but human after all, and it is to death that we all go to in the end. Our lifetimes are triggered by hundreds of minute moments that lead to that deep deep exit out of this world. When it does finally come, we walk out sometimes with fear, sometimes with disbelief, and sometimes with that worthwhile feeling of satisfaction of a life well-lived.
It is with death that we become alive more than ever. Every day we deal with happiness and exhilaration, pain and fear, jealousy and heartache, love and hate… But the moment that we feel every emotion is when we confront Death and everything that comes with it.
While it is when we are alive that our stories are formed, it is after our death that they are shared ad infinitum.
It is with great hope and prayer that when we do finally meet Death and he leads us to our Lord, we leave this world with stories that stay true and real, good and gracious.
(Written on March 5, 2014 in the wake of a 13-year old distant cousin while feeling very finite.)