How’s it going? Today’s blog will be about death, I hope you enjoy the post today.
If there was ever a part of life that has captivated the minds and imaginations of humanity, death is it. Most people have an opinion as to what happens after the dreaded Grim Reaper comes knocking at the door. Even though there are a lot of different idea, they all share similar problem. They are unverifiable. We can’t send a video recorder to the other side to see what’s there. Consequently, we’re forced to either rest our opinions on the ideas of people who claim to know or remain undecided, determined to find out once we get there.
This is one of the things I find really interesting about Christianity. Allow me to explain. When you look at the ideas about death, from the different world views, you’ll see that they all come from terrible sources. Hindus place their hope in the claims of ancient myth. The Buddhist places his hope in the teachings of a man who had never been there. Muslims place their hope in the claims of Muhammad, who said that, while he was alone in a cave, the Judeo Christian God told him that he had changed his mind about everything. And dogmatic atheists trust in the conclusions of a naturalistic world view.
Our hope, the christen hope, is not in a myth, but a historical person. It’s not in the opinion of a teacher, but in the words of someone who had experienced it firsthand. We don’t have to take someone’s word that God spoke to them, because God came down and proclaimed it publicly. And we don’t have to trust our limited knowledge, because we trust in Gods unlimited knowledge.
This is why Paul can say.
“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”Paul, 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
I would like to leave you with a poem by Alexander Pope.
The dying christian to his soul.
“Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.
Hark! They whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav’n opens on my eyes!
My ears With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings!
O Grave! Where is thy victory?
O Death! Where is thy sting?”Alexander Pope, The dying christian to his soul
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