This talk that death doesn’t matter, that the grave isn’t awful and that separation from the ones we love for the duration of our earthly sojourn is not all that bad in light of eternity upsets me.
Revisit the first three chapters of Genesis and you understand.
God’s original creation did not include death.
It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was good.
Sin brought death. Blood was spilt because only blood can cover sin.
Every time a living thing dies, it’s a reminder of the high cost of sin.
It’s a reminder that the world is not as God intended.
It’s a reminder that there is something better, something more real and perfect than this place we live in now.
It is an undeniable reminder of God’s great love for us and the price He was willing to pay to lavish that love on us.
A friend wrote this to me and my heart cried, “Yes!”
“I do not think it belittles life or the present to say “I am left inconsolable by love”. I think God made us to love like this. I think our grief is what it means to Love. And how He feels about us. Inconsolable longing and agony.”
We should not dismiss death.
We cannot make it small.