Without warning, death comes to thousands of earthlings each day, every second of the day, for a variety of reasons. People die in natural disasters as well as in war, we see this in the media, the newspapers, television, radio, in all forms of reporting, it comes to us daily. Rich and poor alike must face this sooner or later. In the Army I saw people die, and now being older, many of my loved ones are dead, the older I get the more death I witness on the road of life; yes, around me death is cluttering.
I’ve had heart attacks, strokes: and other diseases, illnesses in life, been put on diets, and I am still living, but it is still a matter of time for me, I’ve been fortunate to have been able to reach the age of sixty-years old, and being here, or there, one must know the day and hour is not far off, thus, one must be prepared in advance, to face it, know it is but a few pages off in the book of life.
From the day we are born, we are facing–like it or not–a dying experience, in future time, be it a week, month or century. Some see death as the enemy, a twisted enemy that wants to shatter us like glass if only it could get a hold, a grip on us.
Death has no flashing red lights, no ominous dread–it rides a pale horse often, and has no distinction between pauper and elite. It has a one time experience (usually), where body and limb lay sprawled out someplace– and when found, is put beneath the ground: we often call these tragedies, but it is of course repeated throughout the world, everyday, and is as normal as drinking a glass of water.
Death has its form of grief for the living also, it can be crushing, and can cause dramatic changes in individuals, and families, especially if unprepared, yes indeed, and it can alter future plans. But we have only a few options when death approaches, to face it and deal with it, or pretend it does not exist, and deal with it in the afterworld, if indeed we can. If death suddenly strikes, there are of course no comprare levitra online sicuro more phone calls to one’s loved ones, no more daily business meetings or crusades, or admiring the beautiful city, or the far off mountains. No more interviews by Time magazine. One will only discover he or she has arrived, seriously arrived, and consequently arrived, at perhaps a distasteful, painful, unpleasant platform. On the other hand, perhaps at heavens door one may arrive, where famine or epidemics are no more, no more fatal elements the world has to offer, no more casualties of war; no matter where we end up, death is permanent, but not lifeless, or so I believe, and in one-way or the other, we will carry on.
Thus, this book is about death, in poetic form, after you read it, you may want to confront it, dodge it, avoid it, or try to reason with death, but what must really be done I believe is, somewhere along the line you have to make friends with it, let go of it, and make peace with those around you and God, with the time you have left. Realistically, you have little choice, your sins will follow you, dwell within you. When you die, you take with you what is inside of you, how else could it be, it is inevitable, for death does not cleanse one from a conspiracy (or scheme to cheat afterwards), now that he or she is silent– and death has struck, you politely can not ignore it, the high command in Heaven and Hell will not allow it. Each one wants you–desperately, the question is: who gets you? The uncertainty is not in dying, that is well known, but rather in what order do you belong to? The battle never stops until after the fact.
If truly to one, death is the enemy, death being the silent conspiracy of the pale horsemen, thus, one cannot afford to ignore him. This is your warning my friends, “…your deeds will follow you,” Revelation 14. Break the conspiracy, face it, for death never sleeps, it hides behind the condor’s dark wings, and all of a sudden it is in front of you. It is really an impossible theme to get away from. Did God plan death? “I don’t think so!” that is why we live on afterwards–it was not part of his original plan, it crept in. I am not really telling you anything new, it is not any boiling new news that you will die, but discussing death, or the aspects of dying, facing the facts we must face sooner or later anyhow is prudent, and needed, with or without fear, for it is simply healthy to do so I believe; another point being, it is not a riddle, it is simple: we need to get knowledge of it, like anything else. Call it a phantom, a ghost, that stalks you, whatever you wish, but please try to approach it objectively, and with some compassion, for God has shown you it: Paul in the bible says in so many words: it is ones last enemy; but he never did fear it, nor should we.
Death takes a person, snatches him like a hawk to rodent off the ground and drag him up to its den; yes, it robs one of its potential, or can; a friend of mine at the bank back in 1993, was taken at the age of 37-years old, a stroke in his car driving home from work. A young man in his late thirties recently, died of a disease, his children still in school. A friend, an electrician, was electrocuted a number of years ago working in a steel mill. I can go on and on, all taken from life experiences, but the point being, Death comes not as a stranger, but as a rival to God’s plan. Again I say, for Paul implied, the last enemy is death (1 Corinthians 15.25, 26)