We ALL Die, A Story

A Story

“We ALL die,” he declared to the other, who was struggling with the death of his father.

What an amazingly unreasonable thing to communicate to another person! Not only does it lack any reason, it couldn’t be more a more uncaring and thinly veiled attempt at empathy.

Immediately the grieving man replied, “Oh, I see. That’s reasonable. We all die. So by that reasoning, when we say that we are all ignorant, we should just accept ignorance and not try to change it. Or because we are all born naked, shitting everywhere and sticking everything in our mouths, we should just do it for the rest of our lives, because we all have to. And since we all have enemies, we should just make sure they stay that way. It was meant to be.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly mean that,” the first replied apologetically. “I mean that there is nothing to do about it.”

“And what about electric lights? Or were we meant to live in the dark or by firelight? Was there nothing to do about the dark except wait for the sun?”

“No, I didn’t mean that we can’t change things.”

“Of course you didn’t. And you didn’t mean that because we all get sick, medicine was a bad idea, or that because people couldn’t hear us further than a 100 yards away, that the only solution was smoke signals. What you are saying is that we don’t have a solution for death….yet.”

“I hear what you’re saying. And I can hear your anger with me. But you know the reason that we all die.”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s because we all have sinned. Death is God’s punishment for sin. And because we all sin, we all die.

“Prove it.”

“I don’t have to. I believe it and the Bible teaches it.”

“So there is no proof that we all must die? If there was to be any proof, we would need a control group. We would need to see if people that didn’t sin died or not. This could tell us if the dying was from sin or possibly from other factors. If they died anyway, it still could have been organ failure and not sin, disease and not sin, poison in the food supply and not sin…”

“Plainly, we all die. There is no disputing that.”

“What you mean is that we don’t know of anyone that has not died. Or maybe you mean that up to this point in time we all have died. Or maybe you mean that dying is upsetting and you don’t know how to deal with it, so you accept it.”

“But I DO know how to deal with it. I know that my Redeemer lives and that I shall see him face to face.”

“You KNOW that?”

“Absolutely.”

“How do you know that? Did you hear it from somewhere and like what it meant? Or did you know it by gathering data and testing to see that the data was not biased and only claiming to be conclusive?”

“Curt. Cut the crap. This is me. It’s Dad!”

“Dad? But…you’re dead. I saw you buried two weeks ago!”

“Yes. I am dead. And I am here to tell you that I went to see our Lord in heaven. He lives. I live. I didn’t want you to be sad anymore. I want you to live, understand, have faith. You need to grieve, I know, but don’t overdue it. I know you miss me, but don’t be faithless.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“Honestly, Curt. I don’t know. You are as real to me as ever.”

“But if you are Dad…”

“I am. Why do you doubt?”

“Then how am I talking to you?

“It’s a mystery. Don’t ask too many questions.”

“Dad. If it’s you, and you taught me to understand the Bible as God’s inspired word, its principles valid forever, then you just sent me to hell!”

“I did?”

“Yeah. King Saul lost his throne and was condemned by God for talking to the dead!”

“Oops.”

Copyright 2011 Rich Guy Miller. Permission granted to republish with this copyright notice intact.

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