Death. Death is coming. I probably just lost most of you in the first four words. Almost no one likes to think about dying, much less actually talk about it. So if you’re still reading, congrats and hang on for a little bit more. If I’m reading my bible correctly, one of two things will happen to me. Either the Lord will come back and get me and I’ll spend eternity with Him, or, I’ll die and get to spend eternity with Him. I’m pretty sure the same two endings apply to you as well. As Paul says in Philippians, to die is gain. In other words, when we die, if we are Christ followers, we gain everything.
We gain eternal life with Christ, a new heaven and a new earth (Revelation 21:1) , a new body (Philippians 3:21), and even the treasure we have laid up for ourselves (Matt 6:20). So why are we so hesitant to face death? Christ followers throughout the ages, and across the world even today, are ready and willing to face death for His kingdom. I am reminded of these words – earth has no sorrow, that heaven can’t heal. So one day, every tear will be dried, no more mourning, no more sorrow.
Until we are called home, we are called to live for His glory and His kingdom. This reminder on death is mainly due to a young man I met a few months ago. I met M.E. at dinner and a camp fire under the most amazing star filled sky you can imagine. M.E. is in law enforcement, is in his early 30’s, looks very fit, and has Stage 4 cancer. While I won’t even attempt to tell his story, suffice to say he stares death in the face every day, and has for the last several years as treatment after treatment has failed. He’s lost some friends, they simply don’t know what to say or how to act around him anymore, but he’s also gained a friend, actually he’ll tell you this friend is like another brother to him. M.E. will be the first to tell you that it’s not the quantity of friends you have at the end of the day, or the end of your life, but it’s the quality. He has good days, depressed days, and every emotion in between, as you can imagine. Through it all, he’s kept his eyes on Christ, the author and finisher of his faith. He wonders why this has happened to him. So do I. At times, he feels he got a bitterly unfair draw. So do I. Yet, there is a reason. One day we’ll see it. One day it will make sense. One day. But not so much today.
I pray for M.E. I pray for a miraculous healing. For God to receive the glory for the miracle. I pray for his faith, his endurance, his pain. I also pray a selfish prayer that I get to spend another evening around a fire with him, listening to him tell stories, amazed at the craziness he’s seen. I pray I get the opportunity to encourage him, to laugh with him, cry with him, and stare at the vastness of the Montana sky at night with him.
One day comes for all of us. M.E.’s day is coming soon. The crazy thing is, mine may be as well. So may yours. Or maybe we have years and years. May we spend every day remaining to us living life as God has called us to live. Unashamed of our God. Not knowing the answers, but knowing who does. One day I’ll get to hear all of M.E.’s story, he’ll have all of eternity to tell me. Until then, grace and peace my friend.
