Death is always painful. No matter how peaceful it may be, no matter how heroic. It is never the manner of death nor the length of one’s life that can bring consolation, for love moves always towards immortality, and death brings always an unfitting end to the human soul. A hundred years will always be too short, even a thousand. For no soul can ever be replaced, and death claims a beauty and a magnificence that will always be missed. The departure of one human being from this life will always leave a terrible void. A void so much greater than any black hole in the universe could ever contain.
God knows how terribly the human race suffers from this enemy, from death, that He sent even His One Begotten Son in great mercy and compassion so we can be saved, so we can have life. God Himself suffered death so it may be conquered, so it may lose its grip upon us all. For He made each man according to His own image, with a glory that surpasses all the beauty of the world, of the entire universe. We were never meant to just pass by in this life and perish. We were never meant to live and breathe and love just for all our memories to be extinguished. God meant us for good, for Himself. Death shall never have the last word, for that which shall always last is love.
God didn’t make death;
neither does he delight when the living perish.
For he created all things that they might have being.
The generative powers of the world are wholesome,
and there is no poison of destruction in them…
For righteousness is immortal…
-Wisdom 1, WEBBE
Find hope in your darkest hour.
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