Death makes no sense to any of our senses. The most significant arrow to an eternal life is that our minds can't fathom otherwise. I remember thinking after Curtiss died how could it be that he no longer breathed air or took up space in this world. How could it be that one day he is living and breathing and taking up his corner of space and in a moment he isn't. How could a being of so much worth no longer be worth the skin that covered him. This is why heaven has to be real, it makes our living significant. Otherwise every death of every good man, woman, child would be fatal to us who continue to breath. There would be no point...
Paul, a pilot in Papua, died this week in a plane crash. He loved and was loved well. If there was no eternal continuation of who we are here...this would be one more death to all of us who live, and slowly but most certainly we would all live less well.
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Another crash - and death! Did you know Paul well? - lew
ooh...hard. Actually I heard about this one from someone on the ground there--so many in pain, struggling with the shock and grief, plus so many still so dependent on the flights...hard to take, hard to make sense. Praying for peace for you and the others...
I knew Paul not well, Scott knew him better and the kids knew his son quite well. Sadness all around.
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