People who remain mindful of their mortality live differently. Some may dwell on death too much and become morose and fatalistic. That seems to have been a common condition during outbreaks of the Plague in the Middle Ages. In these days of COVID-19 there is no doubt that the threat of death has many depressed. Some are grieving the loss of loved ones.
Being mindful of death expresses itself in different ways. We may decide to fill our days with as many positive experiences as possible. We may be inspired to pray and seek a closer relationship to God. We may toss all caution to the wind and live recklessly. Regardless of how we react, we have no certainty about the hour of our death. We live in the ever-present shadow of death as best we can.
Writing to the Christians in Phillipi, the Apostle Paul explained how he chose to live with death:
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if to live in the flesh,—if this shall bring fruit from my work, then what I shall choose I know not. But I am in a strait betwixt the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ; for it is very far better: yet to abide in the flesh is more needful for your sake. And having this confidence, I know that I shall abide, yea, and abide with you all, for your progress and joy in the faith; that your glorying may abound in Christ Jesus in me through my presence with you again. (Phil 1:21-26)
Paul lived in the glorious hope of being with Christ and of one day receiving a resurrection body. He did not know what his future held, but he knew that death was not the end. He understood that his days were numbered and he was determined to make the most of them.
In the year 1910 Halley's Comet - the comet that among many visitations had flared in 1066 over the Norman invasion of England - was again brightening the night skies of earth. "Menace of he Skies," skrieked the more lurid newspapers.Like hundreds of other little boys of the new century, I was held up in my father's arms under the cottonwoods of a cold and leafless spring to see the hurtling emissary of the void. My father told me something then that is one of my earliest and most cherished memories.
"If you live to be an old man," he said carefully, fixing my eyes on the midnight spectacle, "you will see it again. It will be back in seventy-five years. Remember," he whispered in my ear, "I will be gone, but you will see it. All that time it will be traveling in the dark, but somewhere, far out there" - he swept a hand toward the blue horizon of the plains - "it will turn back. It is running glittering through millions of miles."
I tightened my hold on my father's neck and stared uncompreheningly at the heavens. Once more he spoke against my ear and for us two alone. "Remember, all you have to do is be careful and wait. You will be seventy-eight or seventy-nine years old. I think you will live to see it - for me," he whispered a little sadly with the foreknowledge that was part of his nature.
As Eiseley aged, he never forgot this moment with his father. He had promised "Yes, Papa" with "the generosity of childhood, not knowing the chances that men face in life." After a visit to his doctor, and "breathing like a tired runner," Eiseley contacted an astronomer friend to ask where on the homeward track the Comet might be. He was told that he was too young to see it. Loren Eiseley died 9 years before Halley's Comet returned. He was not able to keep his promise.
Lord, teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom (Psalm 90:12)
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