‘There is no death. The Son of God is free.’
Death is a thought that takes on many forms, often unrecognised. It may appear as sadness, fear, anxiety or doubt; as anger, faithlessness and lack of trust; concern for bodies, envy, and all forms in which the wish to be as you are not may come to tempt you. All such thoughts are but reflections of the worshipping of death as saviour and giver of release.
All things but death are seen to be unsure, too quickly lost however hard to gain. For it will come with certain footsteps when the time has come for its arrival. It will never fail to take all life as hostage to itself.
Would you bow down to idols such as this? The idea of the death of God is so preposterous that even the insane have difficulty believing in it. For it implies that God was once alive and somehow perished; killed apparently by those who did not want him to survive.
God made not death. Whatever form it takes must therefore be illusion. This is the stand we take today; we look past death, and see the life beyond.
For some reason I woke up full of doubt about a family member keeping a promise. It was my intention to send an email expressing my concern. The idea that thoughts of death can take the form of doubt was like a slap across the face, and there I was thinking I don’t believe in death. I read the lesson, reflected on it and sent the email anyway. It been a very heavy day, don’t know how else to describe it. I did very little. Even the order for four copies of Dare to Love from Birmingham Central Library only produced a momentary lift to my spirits. I hope tomorrow is better.