DEATH . . .

Isn't it interesting how our lives are spent dying? I think about death more than many of my friends do. I'm always the one grumbling at the end of a movie, "He shoulda died. It would have been a much better movie if they'd killed him." Needless to say, my roommates don't like watching movies with me. But I love the concept and it just tends to provoke deep thought. I'm not talking physical death . . . not usually. But dying is intertwined with life in so intricate a way that to remove the one would remove (or kill) the other. Maybe they are the same thing (: Now I'm rambling from a half-fried brain, but death really is one of my deepest fascinations.

Death and hate are closely intertwined but even closer, it seems, is death and love. My favorite death literature right now would probably be "Till We Have Faces." I saw death all through that book. Then, of course, "Les Miserables." I've only seen the musical, but it has to be the best death piece ever!!! The musical has changed my entire view of life and love. I have never been and will never be the same since seeing it.

So anyway, I won’t go into my views of death entirely. All I can say is that death is a lifelong process that can kill us before we cease to exist physically. We’ve all seen Zombies. Some of us die from selfish hatred and become shells of people with nothing left in us but what we can take from others (like a virus feeding off life-giving cells). But perfect love also kills—the force of such a power consumes our finite beings. We’re dying, my friends. Die letting God perfect your love. Then let Him fill you with a true life: one so strong it can never die.