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So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. (Time – Pink Floyd)
I remember, as a child, feeling…..
We live between the poles of birth and death. One filled with possibility and one with regret. For the materialist, this presents a bit of a quandary. Believing that a purposeless universe gave birth to purposeless creatures they find themselves unable to explain why they spend eighty years obsessing over purpose. Believing that life is a crapshoot they…..
The three amigos of pain, suffering, and death continue to interrupt our life fiestas. Instead of being blessed by a plethora of piñatas our days seem to be nothing but repeated encounters with El Guapo. Why?
A purely materialistic understanding of the world would render these concerns meaningless because pain, suffering, and death are merely the sculpting tools of…..
Our presence in this massive universe is quite stunning. We live on a planet populated by plants, animals, and humans, while the rest of the universe is just orbiting rocks; we are an oasis of life in a massive desert of galactic death. Life appears to be an unwanted intruder in a universe that…..
We have become pretty innovative engineering the beginning of life but seem quite helpless when it comes to stopping death. Unable to prevent the inevitable, we instead defiantly make sure we die on our own terms. We feel that since we have constructed some creative life on-ramps, we should also be able to exit life’s highway before we come to the end of the road. We then take things into…..
Intensive care medicine heroically rides in on its white stallion to save the day but all too frequently is followed by the callous black horseman of death. The physician who loves the technological toys of neonatal medicine is now confronted with a puddle of toxic emotional mercury they don’t know how to clean up. If evolutionary theory is, “all…..
Isn’t it interesting that the only time we’re able to sit still for our life portraits is when we’re dead? Instead of carefully painting them ourselves we end up handing the brush and palette to a pastor, family member, or friend. We spend a lifetime carefully writing the story of our lives and then abruptly ask others to create a…..
I once heard the great Christian theologian R. C. Sproul quote an atheist friend of his who said, “It is good to be an atheist until it comes time to die.” Atheists feel free during their lifetimes because they’re not beholden to a manipulating deity or a religious institution. The problem is that once they near the ends of their…..
My mental sky is gray, seemingly apathetic to its ordained task of separating the dark from the light. Despondent, the clouds burst open and a tsunami of tears drenches my soul with sadness. Questions of significance, meaning, and purpose, like torrential rain breech the levies of my inadequate emotional aqueduct, and the usually peaceful valleys of my existence become flooded with despair. I find myself mystically transported to a graveyard where I sit cross-legged staring at my own tombstone. I…..
I recently returned from a trip to Greece and Italy. I had the opportunity to tour many museums and stand in front of amazing original pieces of art. One particular painting, Adam Weeping for the Death of Abel by Johann Carl Loth, had a profound impact upon me. In the painting, Adam is in the shadows sitting down, hands folded, head bowed staring at his dead son.
The Bible tells us how Cain’s action horrified God but it doesn’t tell us about the impact it…..
