Saturday, June 9, 2018

I'll Fly Away



Polka dot thoughts (random thoughts in process)

“Are you afraid to die?”, I asked.
She looked at me, somewhat puzzled. I chalked it up to her dementia. I asked differently.
“The pain of dying, does it scare you?”
She laughed and took my hand.
“Honey, there is no pain in dying. Your soul is set free and leaves your body."
I have thought about this for years.

Is the pain in dying or in living? When my body is sick is it the fight to live that causes the pain?

We are all dying, but fighting to live. Maybe pain is a blessing. Everything around the area is fighting for it to live. Without that alarm, we would die. Does it hurt? Yes, pain hurts.  We don't want it, we don't want to see others have it. We medicate and sublimate for any relief.

What about surrender? Is it the fight to cling to our cause that causes our stress? So much mental stress is a cause of physical disease. But I cannot just abdicate my position for the sake of relieving the pain. I must know who I am surrendering to.

Jesus Christ surrendered his body on the cross. He suffered. His pain was His sacrifice and His blood the atonement for man's sin, not His own. He suffered for our life. But when He finished, He surrendered His Spirit to the Father (Lk 23:46).

When we finish living, when there is no more pain, then dying will be easy. Our souls will fly away.

Do I know the source of my pain? Is it self-inflicted as a determination to live in my own way and not surrender my will to God's way? Either physical or otherwise, my physical body doesn't want to die so it fights.

We can trace it all back to the beginning and appreciate the progress we have made. However, with each new discovery comes other new diseases and it's getting harder to keep up.

I believe my mother had some great insight that day. It is all in our surrender. When her body surrendered, it was easy to to fly.

4 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on such a difficult subject. I found it really interesting and it got me thinking.

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  2. Lovely Mary
    When we die we are free to fly away. There is a hymn called And U'll Fly away.
    Jan

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  3. I'm flying nowhere; pain is fuel for the fight, and blood makes the grass grow green.

    The devil sent cancer to kill me. I'm sending cancer back to him, in pieces.

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    1. Andrew, if pain fuels your fight, then you must fight. I'm with you sir!

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