Landslides, earthquakes and floods..!
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Robert Clements
Wednesday, August 11, 2010 - Not just landslides, earthquakes and floods, but terrorism, train accidents, air crashes, and suddenly death seem to be staring all of us in the face at every turn.
Pretty frightening scenario, especially when one is scared to die, and who isn’t scared to die? Which brings me to the point of today’s column, since death is something we all are one hundred percent sure about, why are we scared to die? “Mr Millionaire, Mr Politician sir, why are you scared of death?” “Don’t say that word!” “What word, you mean death?” “No, no, don’t say it, don’t say it!” “But sir you with your bravado, your bullying, your corrupt ways, have you ever thought that all your power and ill gotten riches will be there only as long as you live!” “I do not think of such things!” “If you did sir, you wouldn’t be afraid to die!” “I told you I do not think about such things!”
And I move away to a man in a simple home: “Sir you smile, aren’t you afraid to die?” “No!” “Why not?” “Why should I? I have led a life working for others, I hold out my hand when I feel weak and I feel God holding onto it, so what must I be afraid off?”
“Of the uncertainty of what lies beyond!” “There is nothing uncertain!”
“Explain yourself sir!” “Death for me is like a door, but a door from which ever so often I have been seeing God coming and going out. I know that what lies beyond that door is wonderful because God lives there, and when I walk through, I go to live with Him! What more could a man want?”
“But those politicians and millionaires are so afraid to die?” “Naturally, they do not know who lives beyond that door, they have been strangers to God through their lives, and yet what fools they are!” “Why sir?”
“What opportunities they have to help the poor with their wealth, and the politicians to uplift the needy and uneducated! They have the means and the power, but they squander it on themselves, on riches and land, which they can’t take with them as they walk through that door!”
And in the distance I heard the sound of a floodwaters and earthquakes, gunshots and bomb explosions and I saw the corrupt and wealthy cowering down with fear, whereas the simple man with the happy smile looked at me and smiled.
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
Pretty frightening scenario, especially when one is scared to die, and who isn’t scared to die? Which brings me to the point of today’s column, since death is something we all are one hundred percent sure about, why are we scared to die? “Mr Millionaire, Mr Politician sir, why are you scared of death?” “Don’t say that word!” “What word, you mean death?” “No, no, don’t say it, don’t say it!” “But sir you with your bravado, your bullying, your corrupt ways, have you ever thought that all your power and ill gotten riches will be there only as long as you live!” “I do not think of such things!” “If you did sir, you wouldn’t be afraid to die!” “I told you I do not think about such things!”
And I move away to a man in a simple home: “Sir you smile, aren’t you afraid to die?” “No!” “Why not?” “Why should I? I have led a life working for others, I hold out my hand when I feel weak and I feel God holding onto it, so what must I be afraid off?”
“Of the uncertainty of what lies beyond!” “There is nothing uncertain!”
“Explain yourself sir!” “Death for me is like a door, but a door from which ever so often I have been seeing God coming and going out. I know that what lies beyond that door is wonderful because God lives there, and when I walk through, I go to live with Him! What more could a man want?”
“But those politicians and millionaires are so afraid to die?” “Naturally, they do not know who lives beyond that door, they have been strangers to God through their lives, and yet what fools they are!” “Why sir?”
“What opportunities they have to help the poor with their wealth, and the politicians to uplift the needy and uneducated! They have the means and the power, but they squander it on themselves, on riches and land, which they can’t take with them as they walk through that door!”
And in the distance I heard the sound of a floodwaters and earthquakes, gunshots and bomb explosions and I saw the corrupt and wealthy cowering down with fear, whereas the simple man with the happy smile looked at me and smiled.
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
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