It’s starting to look like death spurs the writing in me. It’s only a look, I promise.
It’s 20112018 today, I wake and go for my morning run on Twitter and find out that Tosyn Bucknor passed. While I didn’t know her personally or ever listen to her, something about her vibe was right. Cheery. I particularly loved teasing Chu’s huge crush on her. As is usual with most of such news, people have flooded timelines with eulogies. It’s a unanimous verdict that she was a good person.
Only a couple of hours till we go back to regular programming, and heaves now and then when the thought of her crosses our mind.
I particularly felt sorry for Harry, in about a calendar year, Sickle cell had robbed him of 3 friends (that I know of). I remembered to pray for the ones we still had on earth, and for the seemingly whole ones too.
Reading all the eulogies and getting sad anew that all these kind words and sweet thoughts of her mean nothing to her.
Actually, this here is my piece of befuddlement.
The life after death side of things.
I am a Christian, and accordingly my faith attests to an eternity in heaven or hell, and the purpose on earth is to make heaven, return home.
Mans mind is conditioned to see a finite picture. The paintings have a beginning and an end. It puts perspective to things. Or does it?
Am I going to spend eternity in my 1 year old body, or 16 year old or this current Fat Albert stage that I am on?
I have read jokes, even my sister made one about wearing fancy designer clothes while on earth, because in heaven every one gets to wear the same white robe. Or is it the one where people don’t think a daily routine of singing hallelujahs is a prime way to spend the days.
We didn’t ask to be born, and the consequence of having to exist ad infinitum is a choice we didn’t even get to make.
I take consolation in the thought that if humans, mere mortals, can find ways to make these finite days we have created count, God is certainly able to do better.
Do you have any concerns about eternity?