Life – I just don’t get you.

A friend has been lying on a bed that she will probably not leave while alive. She was told that she would die within three months, four months on she lies in virtually the same bed with family and friends nearby, watching as the world continues outside.

Death is such a cruel thing. You don’t question it until it is on your doorstep, never think about it other than a statistic until it in on the threshold, grappling for your throat.

Not morbidly, but I’ve been thinking about my own death. Will I see it coming? Will it be quick? Will I be resigned to a bed for weeks, months before the final close of the curtains?

Then, the really humbling thoughts come. How long will it be before I’m forgotten? I realised that just over a year later, I’ve totally forgotten Michael Jackson’s death. He’s just a man with a legacy that really won’t last longer than this century if he’s lucky. Then what about little old me? How long will it take before life continues for even my closest friends and memories will fade and death will have the last laugh?

I don’t understand it. We desperately try to forget the inevitable. I suppose it’s the best thing really. We only have one life and why not enjoy it eh? As a Christian, yes, I have a future hope which seems at the moment just to be a wisp of smoke, or a minute whisper of a far away wind.

Solomon got it in a nut shell, ‘All is vanity!’ (Ecc. 1:2). I’ll admit it, I still don’t get the last chapter of his book,

The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil. (12:13-14)

After Sol looks all over the world for meaning, his final phrase is “Fear God and keep his commandments”. Solomon! What a cop-out! But, I’ve got to realise that God doesn’t promise an answer to the vanities of this life. But he offers a solution to the real problem that underlines them all.

There is a hope that I just don’t get yet:

My sin, O the bliss of this glorious hope,
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! O my soul!

Life, I just don’t get you. Lord, my God, O to fear You more.


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