Thursday, June 2, 2011

Peace - finally

Dying is scary, even as a believer in Jesus and the resurrection and life eternal, dying is scary because we do not know how we are going to die. How much pain we might have to suffer.

As a believer, my hope is in Him to be with me not only in this life, but in the moment of death as well. It will be a transition. It says in the Bible, To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord, and the day of ones death is better than the day of ones birth.

I am reading a book called The Chin Kiss King by Ana Veciama~Suarez. I just came to this passage that follows and felt like sharing it here.

This part in the book is about a man who died and his thoughts after he died. I know it is fiction, but there is some truth wonderful truth to take in.

Here is the excerpt:

"A little about myself: I was never old. I died thinking myself young. Died? Ah, such a useless word. An earth-word. A life-word. A word that must serve its purpose: to frame a concept, to make tangible what is intangible. I can explain it better. I passed to another world, another life, still thinking I was young. I crossed the boundary in my sleep, from one state to another, that easily. A massive heart attack. I faintly remember a sharp pain in my chest and then a sudden easing, floating away, a rush to light, music, angels, light light light so much light only light light light. And Peace. That peace is indescribable.

The peace. After the blinding, glorious light, that is what you notice. You are still seeing, but your sight is all-encompassing. You are still feeling, but your touch is not reluctant. You notice the peace before anything else. I believe, because it is so different. There is a starkness to it that mesmerizes, but a soft simplicity, too. You want it. It calls to you and more than anything else you desire it. The yearning drives you to move toward it, but of course you have no control. You cannot move as you once learned to move, with your legs, willing your muscles to do you bidding. No, you do not move, because it carries you like an ocean current. That peace, and you say, ah, ah, ah, that is what I have always been seeking, tranquilidad, this is what I have wanted, something that feels like silk but is warm like wool, and comforting, and serene, and all-knowing. Finally. Finally."

Jesus is that Light and He is that Peace.


How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
how great is the sum of them!
Psa 139:17

Be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen your heart,
all ye that hope in the LORD.