You have everything to fear, if you fear death.
Because everything, everyday, may bring you to your last breath. It's tricky dicky like that, death is. It's patient, and then suddenly it's not. Suddenly its right there, staring inches from your face with freaky dead eyes and a pasty cold face, like the worst jump scare ever that just never seems to get old.
And you know not when its coming.
So why don't we fear?
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Sorry that was a bit depressing.
Let's start again.
How about life?
How wonderful is life. How good is it that someone thought to give us such a precious, priceless gift. (And what a beautiful paradox that to keep it we must give it away)
How incredible is it that the earth spins, the sun rises, the moon magnifies, the seasons change, the birds sing, the wind blows, the trees grow, the flowers blossom, and it all moves, a piece of living art.
How fantastic is it that you there are reading this blog, even if you are bored, even if you are not happy, or don't have the strength to smile,
there you are. You exist. HAZZAH!
Miraculous.
How blessed are we.
How wonderful that our bones and bodies and hearts ache. How wonderful is the sting of pain, that fantastic throbbing reminder that 'You are alive my, dear friend. You are alive. Whoopity-doopity-doo! Alive! Alive! Alive! And you can feel.'
How good! Thanks be to God!
I can't help laughing like a loony even as I write this.
How can we ever stop saying thankyou?
But death...
So why don't we fear?
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?
?
Could it be?
Just maybe?
That we have no reason to fear?
Not even a right?
That one day our tired aching hearts will find perfect rest?
That, by dying to ourselves and living for others, we can live forever?
What an incredible gift. We must never lose it.
Because, really, we do not have to die.
Someone else has died for us.
How can we ever stop saying thankyou?
(An Easter Special)
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