I am plagued with thoughts on death lately. No, I am far from being suicidal, thankyouverymuch. And no, not because I have doubts of where I’ll go when I die. On that note, I am very sure who’s welcoming me after cremation. Hello, Lord Jesus! Part of me just can’t wait for that day to happen as I am excited at the prospect of spending eternity with my Lord.
Death comes to me positively; what I mostly think about is that thing that comes before death. I do believe most people call it life [forgive me, I wouldn’t know for it seems that I don’t have one, hehe]. Seriously now, thinking about death is basically also considering life.
Death is sweet because there will be no more pain, no more sinning, no more sleepless nights just thinking about crush-likes-me-likes-me-not [at least for those who are assured of that]. But then, there is life after death, so death is like a transition between THIS life and THAT life. I don’t know about you but I’m looking forward to THAT life. [am I speaking in parables?]
Come to think of it, life and death are two inseparable extremes. What bridges them is an eternally debated concept of a greater power [yes, greater than the big bang]. Death is reflective of the kind of life you lead. Similarly, life is an image on the kind of death you perceive.
Life is more than being the absence of death because for some people living means dying and dying is living. Point is, they’re so correlated, and you can’t have one without the other. [insert frank sinatra’s love and marriage intro]
When I think about death, I wonder if mine will affect people so much. I don’t exactly dream of a Princess Di funeral, but something similar to it. Tito Bob’s acceleration to the high heavens made me appreciate life even more. Clearly, with the type of memorial service he had, he led a very God-pleasing life- touching a lot of people’s lives and bringing them closer to the Lord. Would I have the same memorial he had? Would Jesus be excited to call me home as much as I am excited to be called home?
As far as I know, I want a party at my funeral. Where people are sad at my passing away but are happy at the same time that I’m in a better, happier place.
There shall be no regrets in my life. I will live everyday as if it’s my last and say the words I’ve been meaning to say to everyone that matters. [Fine, leave junk food alone, because even if we all die, it’s good to die beautifully, sans the blemishes junk food contributes.] Share the gospel as often as I can, too.
