Shuffling through the airplane seat pocket in front of me, I found a note someone scribbled from a previous flight.
“Some odd thousand feet in the air. It’s almost hard to not think about death. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to hit the ground at 1000 mph.”
The script style was young; maybe teenager. No matter. What hit me was the simple-matter-of-fact way this person described death. Is she afraid of death? Is he wanting to feel the short freedom of a 30,000 foot free fall? Do they know what’s waiting when their lights go out?
For me, I’ve no fear of death. I’m not even that concerned about the manner in which I transition*. In fact, I was sort of hoping that the end-of-the-world prediction would have proved true. I know that closing my eyes on this earth allows me to open my eyes in Heaven. Jesus told me that I’m in. Jesus told me that I’m safe. Jesus told me that I’m immortal and that tomorrow brings life and not death.
So, if I free-fall at 30,000 feet or go to sleep gracefully in the evening of my years, I have no fear; even at 1000 mph.
Peace,
(*I guess I could’ve used words/phrases like die, pass away, or kick the bucket, but the word ‘transition’ flows a bit better, don’t you think? …)
Thanks Pastor Todd for reminding me of the promise of life everlasting.
I loved the phrase, “I’m in.”
It makes me think about all the other times that I wished to be “IN”
-a club in college
-a group of cool friends
-a special book club
-and many more
But your statement is a reminder that Heaven and with Jesus is the ultimate – “I’m In.”
Thanks for the reminder.
We miss you guys, but think of you often. Give Maddie a hug for me.