The Jordan Is Waiting
I wonder what the first man thought right before his own death. Unless one of his offspring had died prematurely, he had never known of his own kind’s finitude.
I wonder what the first funeral service was like. Did the survivors keep him around for a few days hoping he’d wake up? Did they delude themselves that it wasn’t really goodbye?
Do you think that Adam understood what returning to dust meant when god handed down his death sentence? I’m fairly certain that when Jesus spoke about eternal life, he wasn’t referring to eternal consciousness, but, rather, legacy, which is far from eternal… unless you’re Jesus Christ, ironically.
My first exposure to death was the family cat, Lucy, shortly before my sister’s best friend’s mother to cancer, my piano teacher to cancer, my mother to cancer, a highschool friend, a cousin, a best friend’s mother to cancer, a professor, a great aunt, a great grandmother, and another cousin.
I’ve had to deal with lots of legacies on my path to adulthood. I’d take all of their smiles today over my memories of them smiling.
Title reference: Elijah by Rich Mullins
Posted on Friday, May 8th, 2009 at 21:47.