One sure part of life is death. We are hesitant to face it. We kick that can down the line as much as possible.
Today some people are actually willingly forfeiting their liberty in an attempt to live forever. They are locking down in their homes (BTW-it’s safer/healthier outside).
If they do get out they wear masks and gloves to walk the dog; people are going into severe depressions.
My father was actually verbally accosted by a crazed woman for not wearing a mask in a supermarket parking lot-the parking lot, not the store.
We all want to live a long, healthy, happy life; no doubt. But none of us will be on this Earth forever.
When we don’t have God in our lives death is far scarier and harder to cope with when loved ones leave.
I lost someone extremely close to me not too long ago. I miss and think about this person daily.
When this special person left, I received compliments from friends on my strength in dealing with the loss. Many thought I would be emotionally destroyed due to how close I was to this loved one (I am leaving the specifics of the relation out for anonymity from the speech police).
But I am no stronger than anyone else. I just have Jesus.
Jesus guarantees we will leave this world someday. He also guarantees us the chance at Eternal Life if we live correctly.
I still have some work to do in that department. But if I get my act together properly I will be with Him and all my loved ones in Heaven sooner than later.
One thing I learned first hand when this person was diagnosed with an aggressive, advanced illness was to be skeptical of conventional medicine. When the news came, I knew deep down time was not on our side.
I think my loved one did too. However the medical industry, while admitting they could not cure the illness sold that the disease was not terminal.
Treatment would give this person a longer and decent quality of life. This didn’t add up in my simple mind (I am not a doctor giving medical advice BTW).
I don’t think it added up to my loved one either, but there was passive pressure to fight and treat this non-curable illness.
We dealt with some kind people; I think they thought they were doing the right thing. It’s what they are trained for.
I then thought of an article Roosh Validezah wrote called The Denial of Death.
I knew what this person was struggling with and the article was so poignant to the situation. However, it is only helpful to a healthy person with a clear, unstressed mind.
Once someone is terminally ill, they need to be supported in whatever decision they make. Jesus mercifully took this person before being put through torture.
So, please take the time to read Roosh’s article in this link. If it makes sense to you, pass it on to all your loved ones while they are still healthy; that’s important! After reading it you will see that doing so once someone is sick is too late and a detriment to their psyche; Roosh even basically told me this himself.
My purpose here is not to just write off conventional medicine. They can do many things.
They diagnose well. They treat trauma and many infections well. My uncle has a better quality of life from a successful organ transplant.
However, when it comes to a life threatening illness with no cure Jesus is the Good Doctor. Talk soon.
-Marksman