Teeth and Mortality
A few weeks ago I was visiting friends and having a jovial time. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I looked in the mirror and noticed, as I often do, the repair job on my chipped front tooth. It isn’t obvious, but if you look, it’s there. You can imagine what it looks like without the repair.
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I've been thinking a lot lately about how Dad was 2 years younger than me when he died, and Mom was only 12 years older than I am now when she died. I have carried on the vices that contributed to both their deaths. I don't want to die ... but, on the other hand, I'm not afraid to die. I think that is the big difference between the way you and I look at our mortality. Long story short, I believe that God has given me a glimpse of what is ahead of me beyond my life on Earth, via a dream. (Remember how Grandma connected with departed loved ones via her dreans and was a bit clairvoyant? I'm not quite as clairvoyant as she was, but I have inherited some of it.) While I have things I dearly want to accomplish here before I die and people/things that I want to cling to, I have little fear of death itself. God has proven to me that He's there and He's listening. I don't necessarily want death, but I don't fear it. Why do you feel so adverse to death?
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