6.08.2009

Welcome. (or "Death and all His Friends")

Hi.  For my first couple of posts, I will be posting things that I've written previously. Here's the first: (title courtesy of Coldplay)

Well, tonight I'm writing about death.

I was wondering why death to us is surreal.  Like we can't believe it's happening.  That's one of the top things I've heard by people who have lost someone near or far.  Casey Calvert, the guitarist from Hawthorne Hights died early this week.  I never have listened to Hawthorne Hights but I still feel a loss when I hear about it.  But I still wonder why death is surreal.  It takes a bit for us to realize and to come to grips with the fact that this person is gone and that they aren't coming back.  I don't think your mind actually knows that they're dead.  Sure you think you know, when you're on the subject.  But when you are going through your day worrying about stuff that you need to worry about, I think your mind still thinks that that person still exists . 

God created the Garden of Eden.  He created Adam and Eve.  All was well.  Then Adam and Eve screwed up (but what really would I have done.  Guys will do anything for a fine lady.  Even introduce sin into the world) and brought sin into the world.  But let me backtrack.  God created this world originally without death.  It has never been natural for us to die.  (I suppose that is why it's hard to read and live out the verse about dying to ourselves.)  It's simply not what we were created for. 

I think that is why we can never deal with death or a death.  Any kind of death.  It isn't natural.  God didn't create us to acknowledge death.  It's like a semi hitting your car every time.   

It really is a surreal experience.

"But I still believe.  I can feel your breath on me."
                               Anberlin, The Haunting.

*kisses*

Godspeed.

Ethan.