This week, I should have died. Coming home from Maple Grove on Wednesday, I was driving and my car hit two patches of black ice, the first one caused my rear wheel drive truck to swerve, the second, caused my truck to leave the road and launched me off to the highway next to it. Going about 30mph, two cars are coming straight at me, I slam on my brakes and miss them by a matter of feet. A few hundred feet away, two more cars are coming at me, in some out of this world experience, I threw my truck into first, missed the second two cars by a matter of feet, I end up in the ditch and hit a fence going 40mph.
No cuts, no bruises, no wounds, just shock.
Since then, I have been in deep contemplation on life, death and everything in between.
Two thoughts came to mind in these past few days:
The first comes from a deep reflection in dying that I received from a book by Henri Nouwen called Befriending Death. When I die, I participate in one of the only certainties of all humanity. In our lives, we are so separated, we are so distant, we are so disconnected. So, my ability to participate in death, allows me to draw closer to my neighbors because this is all something that we can grieve, celebrate, hope and reject in. While you and I, see things, act, live and believe differently, we are united in the fact that one day we will both die, and, for that, you and I can be one.
The second is that death for me has no longer become a disconnect from life, but, rather, a continuation, and, the fulfillment of what I have started. If our goals as followers of Christ is to bring his kingdom on earth, my death will bring me to him, and, someday, you and I will all be reunited again, either on the new earth, or in heaven.
Essentially, I live for the same reason I die, and, I die for the same reason I live. So, fear of death, is essentially the rejection of life.
Hope all of your Advent seasons are well, may we, be united in this season of peace.