I’ve neglected my blog for so long, Blogger made me log in! Listen Blogger, just because I want to hang out with my family and friends, go to the pool, ride bikes, watch the sunsets and snuggle with my kid doesn’t mean *you* have to act like *you* don’t know me!
Anyway, a lot has happened over the last few weeks. August is always overwhelming for me on an internal responsibility scale. Almost every relative or in-law of mine has an August birthday. My intention for timely cards is always good, but never met with my actions. Throw in several friends, along with wedding anniversaries, as well as remembering special people I loved that have died in August, and we pretty much cover every date of the month. Now August 17th is marked in my heart as the day my last living grandmother went to meet God face to face. My grandma’s got along quite nicely on earth, so they are probably hanging out together enjoying God’s radiance along with so many other beautiful family and friends. I miss her and am grateful God allowed me to be her granddaughter.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately, death that is, and how whenever someone dies there are always questions. “Why” is always a popular question. It usually pertains to the passers age, or the untimeliness of their death. A lot of people have lost their faith over this question. “Why him?” “Why now?” “Why not so and so?” “If God is so good, why, why, why?”
It’s no secret if you’ve read here long that I no longer fear death. I had for 30 years but sitting every day for 5.5 months in a hospital, staring at the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on, who science would describe as ‘living’, and then one day literally kneeling on that hospital floor with his lifeless body in my arms, radically changed my view of death. I’m not sure I’ve been able to articulate it until now, and I’m still not so sure I will be able to, but I’ll share some thoughts that have been running through my mind.
Instead of asking the question “Why?”, I think what most people are truly struck by is the “How?” or “When?” I think it’s fairly safe to say that most people are aware that we are all born and we all die. Some might argue their sweet child didn’t have the chance to be born, but I would argue that the moment the sperm and egg became one, birth occurred, and however long you carried your child, there was life inside you. Anyway, this isn’t a political post. My point here that I’ve been pondering is that faith crises often arise not from the fact that we all die, but “How?” or “At what age?”
If we all were assured that at age 96 years and 133 days and 17 hours and 54 minutes and 31 seconds we would die quietly in our sleep, that would be it, at least for most. We’d go about our days…living life to the fullest, but knowing that one day within our last year, it would be over. We would all be given the same amount of time, yet we would all choose to live our lives differently. Or would we? And, in true human fashion, most of us would still try to avoid that final day. Or maybe we’d accept it? Maybe if we knew when and how we were going to die, we’d be at peace with the whole concept of death? But we don’t, and so many of us aren’t. None of us knows when or how we will die, unless one takes their own life, but even at the beginning of their life, that person didn’t know they would make that choice one day.
I personally think people rate death and death experiences, actually believing the lie that some deaths are better than others…”Oh, she died in her sleep. Such a peaceful way to go…” “He was hit by a car. So young! What a tragedy!” “He had been sick for so long. At least he isn’t suffering anymore!” “She was in a plane crash, so scary but quick.” Torture, famine, drowning, drive-by shooting, suffocation, chronic disease, SIDS…I could name a million diagnoses, a million different ways. Honestly, most people would raise their hand and say, “I’ll have an order of old-age, please, hold the aches and suffering. Give me the 96 years, 133 days, 17 hours, 54 minutes, and 31 seconds, and not a minute less!” But that’s not reality and that’s not how it works. It could have very well worked that way had Adam and Eve not blown it in the Garden, thank you very much! But they blew it and so here we are…earth dwellers who have every right to be offended by death, but we are offended for the wrong reasons.
PEOPLE, GOD DID NOT INTEND FOR US TO DIE! And yet, when people are stuck on the “How?” it happened, they get mad at God. Some modern’s have even taken the Enemy of our hearts right out of the equation because, according to them, Satan isn’t real. The Devil doesn’t exist and Hell isn’t a real place. Don’t get me started on this mumbo jumbo! Ironic how that is exactly what the Devil himself wants us to believe. That way God’s the big meanie and our hearts grow bitter, angry, and eventually calloused towards Him, the very One who designed us to live in His presence. The One who is absolutely in love with us and obviously knows something more than we do that He would provide a way for eternal life through His Son, Jesus Christ, so that we, too, could overcome death. Yet, if we are living in fear of death or angry at God for “Why?” or “How?” or “When?”, have we really overcome it?
I personally think it is a tragedy that most people avoid reading the story of Job in the Bible. I mean, yeah, it’s a bit of a downer, but I believe God left it in there on purpose. Not to say, “Hey, look what you have to look forward to…life sucks and then you die!” but “You guys, I love you so much! Satan hates your guts and this book is evidence of how low he will go to turn your heart from me. You may not understand it all, but I love you! Just know that I love you and it won’t always be like this!”
But “God allowed that horrible thing to happen! How can He be good?!” Yeah, you see the thing that sucks about living on earth is that Satan is real, whether we believe it or not, and because of what transpired in the Garden a heck of a long time ago, he still is working in the earth. HOWEVER, GUESS WHAT?! Something more beautiful happened in another Garden years later that changed death as we know it! You see, since God didn’t design us to live outside of His physical presence, our bodies die. God provided a way, instead, through a sacrifice surrendered to in a Garden, literally over blood, sweat and tears, where His very own Son would remove from Satan the power over death. Jesus went on to die a most vivid and tortuous death, but that didn’t mean Satan wouldn’t try to pull that crap again with us. But it did really piss off the Devil and as a result, he hasn’t changed his ways but continues to lie to us, coaxing us to believe that ‘God isn’t good because He let me have such and such a disease or so and so died at a young age or tragically or etc. etc’.
Jesus’ whole message, His whole purpose, was all about life: to the full, eternal, abundant, everlasting. Recorded in Scripture, Jesus only said ‘death’ a couple of times, but ‘life’ is recorded throughout His ministry. Yet how many out there allow the idea of death to consume their thoughts and captivate their hearts? There was a reason Jesus said not to worry about tomorrow but to live one day at a time. There was a reason He said, “I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life. I tell you the truth, a time is coming and has how come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live.” John 5:24&25
See, abundant life isn’t living in hopes you’ll avoid death. Abundant life is living one day at a time to the fullest, enjoying the people around us, building memories, trusting that God is who He says He is, appreciating the little things and the big things, and graciously accepting that even though we don’t understand the “How?” or “Why?”, that physical death only looks final to the people still ‘living’ on earth…but in Heaven, it’s just the beginning…and we win because He won and the Devil loses!
“…graciously accepting that even though we don’t understand the “How?” or “Why?”, that physical death only looks final to the people still ‘living’ on earth…but in Heaven, it’s just the beginning…and we win because He won and the Devil loses!”
Amen! Thanks for putting it into your words.
I’m so sorry to hear about your grandmother, YET I’m glad she is now in her heavenly home with the Father. I wrote on my blog about the life of my grandmother recently. It was a hard life in our eyes, but she lived for the Lord. She was an inspiration to all of those who knew her. What a blessing to have godly women as examples in our lives.
Now go back to living life. We know you’re here and we haven’t forgotten you now matter what Blogger says.
thank you for this very timely (for me!) post. These are words I really needed to hear.
So glad to see you back!
Beautifully written…thanks for the great post!
You’ve got an amazing talent for writing, Adrienne. You are reaching so many people, sharing about and explaining the love of God and the sneaky deception of satan. Ya think it was the prince of lies that caused you to suffer your recent valley? I bet he is really ticked with you spreading the news of the love and redemption we have in Christ. Like a roaring Lion, he was circling you, looking for a chink in your armor, a way to attack you where you were vulnerable.
Keep ’em coming, girl! Glad you are posting again!!
Thank you for this post. I agree with the PP you have a true talent for writing.
Adrienne, such a beautiful post. I saw your FB status about your grandma passing and so badly wanted to comment about her now being able to love on Noah… Thank you for sharing.. sometimes I think people (my family, who aren’t believers) don’t understand why i’m NOT more upset with God since Seth.. I think I”ll just point them here!
Thanks for this post. I’m sorry about your grandma. I will be praying for you to have comfort over her passing.
I so appreciated reading your thoughts on death and life. And I think you have a good point re. us not necessarily choosing to live our lives differently if we were to know the outcome. I have feared death all too often, but when my mom had cancer nine years ago, I began to face those fears head on. God chose to heal her body at that time, and I’m grateful that she has not yet gone from this earth. But I think about it a lot – that we are all mortal beings who are not meant to live on this earth forever, but meant to glorify God in Heaven forever Now that is definitely something to look forward to. I don’t think it takes the pain of losing someone away, but it does help to have hope in the future.
Thank you for writing your heart and sharing truth. I’m thinking of you and praying for you.
Even though you go away for awhile at a time, it is always a pleasure to read your thoughts when you come back. This post is no exception. Good thoughts/true words as always. Thanks for blogging, for addressing the tough stuff and for having a heart to share your thoughts and challenge us all.
Blessings to you as you wrap up this month. xoxo
I’ve kept this in my reader for several days and have re-read it. I love this post and wanted to let you know I read it!
I enjoyed reading your post, and I agree about the “rating” of death. Especially here in the South (Tennessee) where going to the funeral home is a way of life. If we only paid as much respect to the living as we do to the deceased….After spending so much time watching my wife battle cancer, we have both come to the conclusion that it is better to “rate” your LIFE rather than to “rate” your death.
A wonderfully written post, Adrienne. Thanks for taking the time to write it and then sharing it. It gives me a lot to think about.
so true! so awesome! thank you!! i’m copying and pasting and sending this to my cousin who has given up on God 🙂
Wow…to be honest with you…I didn’t enjoy reading what you just wrote…not because you didn’t write well, but because the topic of death freaks me out…it’s almost like I can feel my insides become clamy…gross! I have handled death pretty poorly…I get frustrated with how weak I am and how I tend to wrap myself up with disappointment and doubt (doesn’t that sound comforting!?!) I come from a large family and have said good bye to many grandparents, aunts and uncles and each one of those stunk, but the slightest thought of no longer having my parents, sister, husband or kids here on earth with me paralyzes me spiritually…I learn by example, and I have gained so much from following your story…it’s so good for me to see death handled in a way that brings glory to God and to see how you continue life loving God and the people that He has placed in your in life…I really don’t know if I could handle things in a similar way…It’s weird for me to bear my thoughts on a computer screen to a person I haven’t seen for years, but I really wanted to say “thanks” again and to ask if you would pray for me in this area? I try to pray about it but I get so scared that God will “teach” me how to deal with death by causing someone I love to die…(that’s embarrassing to admit) … I guess I would really like the freedom of not being weighed down with fear of death and knowing, in my heart, mind and soul, God’s view of it all so that I’m prepared for when or if I ever need to be…
you know, I really wish I would have spent more time hanging out with you and Jason back during my NWC days…
It doesn’t matter when I come to read your blog (yes, I’m behind on my Google Reader!), you never fail to connect with me in some way.
On my husband’s side of the family, 6 of the 8 of us (adults) have August/September birthdays. On my side of the family, there are multiple July/August birthdays, so I totally know what you mean about responsibility!
On the Job side of the table, every time I read/hear about him, I learn something. One of the best and most memorable messages I ever heard was on Job, from John Ortberg. Oh, how I miss his preaching! Anyway, the thing I remember the most is when his friends came to sit with him. John said something like “that was the original small group!” That’s exactly how a small group should act, IMO. When my dad died, that’s what my small group did for me. They all came to my house and sat with me. Love that.