Friday, April 04, 2003
The Death of An Old Man...
This past Wednesday, I did a funeral for my father-in-law. He died on the Sunday night before. As I contemplated this death, I was reminded of Gen 35:28-29
"Now the days of Isaac were one hundred and eighty years. Isaac breathed his last and died and was gathered to his people, an old man of ripe age; and his sons Esau and Jacob buried him."
What a beatuiful way to go! Forget the 180 years, just notice that he "breathed his last and was gathered to his people, an old man of ripe age." When it was all over, his sons buried him. This is the way it ought to be. This is how I want it to be for me. As we grow older, death is not our enemy. Death becomes a friend that takes us from a world unfriendly to old age and takes us to a world where we are young at a thousand. I've heard people say they did not want to outlive their usefulness. I don't mind that so much. My kids can put up with me. There are two things that I don't want to outlive: (1) my kids, and (2) my health.