Death
About twenty-five years ago, a Minnesota man left the snow-filled streets of Duluth for a vacation in sunny Florida. His wife was on a business trip elsewhere and would meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel in Miami, the man decided to send his wife a quick e-
mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter. Without realizing his error, he sent the email. Unfortunately, it went to an elderly widow whose husband had just passed away. Upon returning home from the funeral, the new widow decided to check her email, expecting to be encouraged by notes of condolence from family and friends. After reading the first message in her inbox, she fainted. Hearing her fall to the floor, her adult son rushed into the room and, after making sure she was okay, read this on her computer screen: “My Dearest Wife, I’m sure you’re surprised to hear from me. I’ve just gotten checked in. Everyone is so nice! I was surprised to see that they have email here. Everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. I’m looking forward to seeing you then! I hope your trip is as uneventful as mine was. Much love, Your husband. P.S. It sure is hot down here!
We smile at that story, recognizing the humor in the miscommunication. However, death itself really is no laughing matter. In a four-week span from mid-April to mid-May, I attended three funerals. And I was unable to attend a fourth in late June. Three were Christian celebrations of life and one was an Irish Catholic wake. All four of the deaths were unexpected and all were sobering reminders of how fleeting is this life.
When I was in college in Virginia, I got hooked on music by the Cathedral Quartet, a bit of Southern gospel for a Seattle boy. Quite a few of their songs dealt with heaven and the joy of going there. I remember riding in the car with my dad, who was a strong Christian, listening to a Cathedrals cassette and him saying to me, “You’re only twenty years old! Why are you listening to songs about death?!” He was probably right. Most young people in their teens and twenties don’t think or talk much about death, simply because they believe they will live forever. It’s been a while, but you remember that feeling, don’t you?
It’s a different story now, isn’t it? Death is part of the conversation for us regularly. As I wrote above, I’ve experienced four deaths in just four months. My parents died several years ago, on the same day, both from complications connected to dementia. A couple of my cousins are gone now, as are all my aunts and uncles.
I am relatively young and yet have experienced plenty of death. You have likely lost even more loved ones than I have, and probably recently. It simply can’t be helped. People often say, “Well, death has always been a part of life. It’s all just a big circle: we live, we die. It’s just the
way it’s always been.” I know where they’re coming from, and I know they mean well, but I disagree. This is not the way it’s always been. This is not the way it is supposed to be. God did not include death in His design of the world. Do you remember the story of Jesus raising
Lazarus in John 11? Do you recall Jesus’ reaction to all the suffering churning around Him as He walked to the gravesite? The grief and pain and loss and weeping impacted even the Creator. He was witnessing the devastating work of sin on His most precious creation, mankind. Even
with the knowledge of exactly what He was about to do, His humanity and His deity merged to produce powerful emotion and He wept over His marred creation (John 11:35).
God created man to live forever. He did not create him with designed obsolescence, as so many manufactured goods are today; He did not design the human body to deteriorate and break down just after its warranty expired. He did not design us to die at all. Cancer didn’t exist
in the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve were in no danger of falling and accidentally damaging their bodies so that they no longer functioned. Disease did not exist. No accidents happened. Natural disasters were nonexistent. Aging and the accompanying deterioration of the body and, even more devastating, the mind, were simply nonexistent. We all know what happened to change that. I won’t detail the sordid, tragic story here. You can read it if you want to in Genesis 3.
Death is the unwelcome guest at the dinner that God set for our lives; the guest whom no one likes and whom no one invited. Death has crashed the party and refuses to leave, though all of us would love to see it go, and all of us at one time or another have asked it to. Death sits there
smugly and says, “I’m not leaving and no one can make me. I’m quite comfortable here. You can’t buy me off with money, you can’t bully me with power, you can’t intimidate me with prestige and you can’t impress me with good behavior. No matter how rich, powerful, well-connected, decent or respectable you are, I will have you all; it’s simply a matter of time.”
Pretty tough talk, huh? And Death has done its level best to back up those threats, cowing a lot of folks over the centuries. It has instilled fear into countless millions and alters the way many live today. Folks spend thousands of dollars attempting to hold back the inevitable, purchasing lotions and vitamins, gene therapies and light therapies. You can even have your body frozen, if you have enough money. And did I say people spend thousands of dollars? There is a gentleman in California by the name of Bryan Johnson who has begun a social campaign called Don’t Die. He has thousands of followers and claims to spend approximately two million dollars each year on his body in an attempt to ward off aging and death. More power to you, Bryan, but you’re going to lose this battle. Everyone does. Death always wins.
But it doesn’t really, does it?
Death may claim our bodies, but if we are followers of Jesus; if we have repented of our sin, left our old life and asked Jesus to be in charge of our new life, then our souls belong to Him. One of my favorite passages of Scripture, and one that is becoming more meaningful the more I encounter Death, is found near the end of I Corinthians 15. In verses 54 and 55, Paul says this: “But when this perishable [our bodies during life] will have put on the imperishable [our
souls after death], and this mortal will have put on immortality, then will come about the saying that is written, ‘DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP in victory. O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY? O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR STING?’” I love the fact that Paul doesn’t refer to death as an impersonal thing and say something detached like, “And death loses the battle and can’t hurt us any more.” No, Paul takes Death personally and so he addresses Death personally! Read the passage again and revel in this wonderful news! “Hey, Death, because of the Cross of Jesus and His resurrection, you have lost! You have no more power over us Christians. We no
longer need fear you. You have no teeth, no stinger, no claws and no fangs. You may be able to still our physical hearts, but now when that happens, our souls fly to Jesus for eternity!”
In II Timothy 1:10 Paul tells us that Jesus Christ “abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.”
And in Romans 8:38 and 39, Paul includes death in his famous list of things that are powerless to separate us from God’s amazing love; in fact, he leads with death: “For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Death is a defeated foe. Yes, we will all still die. But for the Christian, it’s simply a change of address. Billy Graham is famously reported to have said, “Someday you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God.”
And that new life will be unlike anything we can imagine here and now in this fallen world. A few days before his death, pastor and author F. B. Meyer wrote to a dear friend these words: “I have just heard, to my great surprise, that I have but a few days to live. It may be that before this reaches you, I shall have entered the palace.” And when John Owen, a Puritan pastor, lay on his deathbed, his secretary wrote in his name to a friend, “I am still in the land of the living.” Owen stopped the secretary and said, “Change that to ‘I am yet in the land of the dying, but I hope soon to be in the land of the living.’”
What a great perspective. And he’s right; we are currently in the land of the dying, but soon will be in the land of the living; that land where Jesus awaits those who have trusted Him as their Lord and Savior. If you have never done that, I encourage you to contact me. A personal relationship with God is the very thing to reduce your fear of Death to zero!
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About the author:

Recently retired, Brad looks forward to the challenges of a new ministry. He feels that seniors are a vital part of the church Body and though he has only recently crossed the threshold of “senior-dom,” he trusts that God can use Him to help seniors build a stronger relationship with God and stronger relationships with others. The senior years are accompanied by unique challenges, and Brad hopes to be able to come alongside seniors to pass along God’s hope and encouragement.
Brad and his wife Erin began attending Hannaford in November 2019. They have three grown children and two grandchildren (and a third due Spring 2026).
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