Death is a topic that my finite mind has trouble understanding. It for many years of my life was a fear that seemed to control my decisions. I would always for some reason construct a way to die in situations I was put in. As morbid as that sounds I hope I’m not the only one who did that. Why? Perhaps it was just being a child with a wild imagination. However, I think it was because I thought that the 70 or so years I would be a live would be all there was, and dying young would thwart my success in life. It wasn’t until I grasped the concept of heaven that I could live in freedom, unafraid of death. We shouldn’t fear death, because it was conquered when Jesus rose from the grave. Lewis writes in Miracles that “Death is, in fact, what some modern people call ‘ambivalent’. It is Satan’s great weapon and also God’s great weapon: it is holy and unholy; our supreme disgrace and our only hope; the thing Christ came to conquer and the means by which he conquered.” Should death always be grieved?
I’ve come to realize that death is a part of life. Grieving seems to tail death wherever it goes. In A Greif Observed, Lewis describes “Greif is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.” I think God uses death to wake people up. Also, He uses death to remind us that this life is temporary, and to cling to our heavenly riches rather than the empty earthly heartaches. Granted, our fleshly reaction is to grieve, but we’re called to a higher standard, a heavenly standard. Death brings forth new life. “For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.” Matthew 16:25 So death should not be a time of morning, but a time to rejoice with the promise of new life engraved in our hearts and minds.
