This idea is centered on death. That subject matter that is the center of our lives. Everything in our life revolves around death. The end. The ceasing to be. The vanishing and making room for another and another and another.
It’s what motivates everyone to do everything they do. Death is amazing because it wields so much power. Not necessarily in one second or even a few random minutes of one’s life, but pulled back, way back, and shooting wide, it’s there standing right behind the camera.
The only ones of us who’s lives are free from death’s influential grip are children. Children are too slick. They fall through his bony fingers time and time again.
But most of us don’t remain children.
Most individuals cope with death by ignoring it like one ignores the really obese person that just got on the elevator with you. Surely the hydraulic assembly can handle all of this fat, don’t you think?
Oh, no worries. Just think about something else.
Others see themselves as so unique, so loved by Momma that every time they wipe their asses, they’re re-convinced that it really is their lucky day all over again.
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Have you ever known an individual who’s lived through an event like a natural disaster or a terrorist attack? An individual whose lost everyone they cared about in an instant?
Have you ever known a child who’s done the same?
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There is a beautiful terrible cross
Where though You committed no sin
Savior, You suffered the most wicked fate
On the cruelest creation of men
Yet on that beautiful terrible cross
You did what only You could
Turning that dark inspired evil of hell
Into our soul’s greatest good
We see the love that You showed us
We see the life that You lost
We bow in wonder and praise You
For the beautiful terrible cross
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Most of the adults are changed forever. The children, not so much.
Everything around us is moving towards death.
We are fascinated with it. It’s like the maleficent force in that recurring bad dream that keeps slamming the doors in our face or elevating us up into the sky as we watch in horror anticipating the inevitable freefall down to the well-manicured lawn below.
