Posted on 08/12/2016 12:12:19 PM PDT by redleghunter
If you don’t have a better plan for how you are going to die, someone will probably just turn on the television.
As a minister of the word of God, I have always thought that part of my calling is to help people die well. That would include Paul’s aim that Christ be magnified in his body by death (Philippians 1:20). I thought of every Sunday’s sermon as part of this preparation for death. And I hoped every visit to the bedside of the dying would be faith-strengthening, hope-giving, Bible-saturated, gospel-centered, and Christ-exalting.
Which is why I groaned at the hospital to find the television glittering in the darkness of the approach of death. This felt utterly incongruous. Bizarre.
One of the most godly women I have ever known was dying. She was full of the Spirit and prayer. On one of my visits to the hospital in her last days, she pleaded with me to pray for her quick death, and shared with me the nightmares she was having of “half-naked women dancing around my bed.” I wondered if there was a connection with the television that the staff turned on.
But surely we can all agree, there is a better way to prepare our souls to “face our Judge and Maker unafraid.” Part of the plan for dying well is to have friends who share your vision of how to live and die for the glory of Christ. Most of us, in the last days and hours of our death, will be mentally and physically too week to set the agenda. Better set it now.
Old or young, directly or indirectly, let it be known that you want — and need — a Bible-saturated, gospel-centered death. I’m thinking of the kind of death that John Knox chose.
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Aim for the hospice, not the nursing home.
If it is for a righteous cause it sure is.
I am too. I rarely think about it. I know I am covered by Jesus, I do not worry about God not living up to His promises.
As we love life and have a survival instinct, I don’t want to die, but I don’t think about it all the time.
I remember a passenger and I shared
Dying Well on some flight,
That comes to mind frequently.
Better not wear a helmet as well.
So ,
You could go to a mosque and Holler;
“There is no God named allah and
Muhamhead is a false teacher,
My dad was killed at 80 on a Harley.
The only way to die well, is to die in battle.
The little brown bastards had their chance in the RVN and missed it.
Civil War II will probably be my last chance, if I live long enough to see it.
You have an odd concept of how a man should spend his life.
I spend the blue portion of your pie chart thinking about the next job and how best to get’er done.
That itty-bitty brown portion thinking, “damn, sure hope I don’t screw this up”, because it will really hurt.
Bookmarked.
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