I guess that in the presence of death we all feel a value of life. Jesus says that “I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
Have you ever sat and watched three old freinds sit around the table and talk? All present for each other, laughing, crying, eating, listening in a pillar of think smoke slightly illuminated by an overhead light displaying the cards and chips spread over the table. Each in that room for the one his left and fulfilled in the happiness of peace found by the mere presence of the three.
It was estimated that there were 6,622,803,473 in the world in October 2007. This number constantly varying as 353,015 young babies are born each day. Transversely, 153,000 die every day. Numbers almost to large to picture in ones mind. How about one.
His name was Rod. I went to memorial service today for my friends dad who had did in his sleep the Saturday before. The figure of Death, so present in the world, had stopped being a number and shockingly became reality sitting on my lap. I was experiencing the effect of one out the 153,000 for the previous Saturday. Hundreds of attendees in the church listened to Zach talk about his Dad. The weight of emotion was felt.
I guess in the presence of death we find value in life. Jesus said, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.”
Its ironic how much impact one life can have. About 500 people have died in the world while you are reading this. Likewise, around 900 babies have been born. This cycle, like an oiled bicycle gear seems not to stop and evidently we are caught in the middle of it. Its like if we were in a baker’s oven. Life is a blueberry muffin. Fresh out of the oven we are baked. Live for some time to be admired and enjoyed, each unique. Only to be thrown aside for the next batch to be mixed, baked and presented. Completely spinning the wheel continues.
