Death
is loss, loss of life. Life is good. Loss of good is an evil. Therefore death
is an evil. Loss of a great good is a great evil. Life is a great good.
Therefore death is a great evil. Not to see this is a great blindness.
Blindness is a great evil. Therefore not to see death as a great evil is a
great evil. –Peter Kreeft, Love is
Stronger Than Death
Our
culture does everything in its power to cover the true face of death. “Life’s
Good. Death’s Good. It’s All Good.” We hide our instinctual horror at death’s
face behind beautiful chapels playing soft elevator music in the background,
and with manicured cemetery lawns. We use euphemisms such as, “sleeping,” “eternal
rest,” and “passed away,” so as to shield us from the terror of the finality of
death. But whatever veneer or façade we use, as it was written of Jesus, so it
will be true for us: he suffered, died, and was buried. Dead.
The
New Testament never speaks of the human soul as being immortal or eternal. This
is why we do read of “resurrection.” God alone is eternal. Throughout
Scripture, we humans are seen as dependent upon God for every breath we take.
To say that our souls are immortal is to say that we are not dependent on the
God of Life, but have life within ourselves, regardless of and independent from
God.
Throughout
scriptures God is revealed as the source and giver of life. Nowhere is He seen
as the author or creator of death. Death was not His doing but ours. Death is
revealed as being contrary to God: The Enemy of God. For death to be “natural”
would mean that God intended it from the beginning of creation. He did not.
The
story of Adam and Eve in the book of Genesis shows us that death is the outcome
of our choice to no longer be dependent on the life of God. We took God’s gift
of the freedom to choose between Life and Death and we chose to subjugate
ourselves to death.
Death
is a poison we freely drank: a poison that inevitably and irreversibly leads to
disintegration and death.
I
believe that this is another reason – The Reason, in fact – why we seek to
avoid thinking about the meaning of death, seek to cover its horror with
beautiful chapels and beautiful words. When we witness death we sense that
something is wrong with the world: that this (death) is not right, not how it
should be. And then the horror of all horrors: What if it’s not a case where
there is something wrong with the world? What if there is something wrong with me?
The
bad news is that there is something
wrong with us. We broke faith with God. We ripped ourselves away from a
relationship with the God of Life, so as to go our own way. We divorced God.
This is why we don’t want to speak about death, why we avoid, at any cost,
seeking out its meaning, why we work so hard to cover death’s face. At the core
of our souls, we know we are guilty and that the cause of disease, suffering,
and death, lies within us.
Here
is the good news. In our guilt and blame we find hope. As Peter Kreeft points out
in his book, Love is Stronger Than Death,
there is nothing wrong with the Cosmos. There is nothing wrong with God. Death
is not natural. Life is not insane or guilty: I am. And if there is something
wrong with me, maybe there is hope that my wrongness may be righted.
We
may seek to put a different face on reality so that it appears other than what
it is, but we do not, thereby, change reality. Our only hope is in facing
reality, facing the fact that Death is pointing his guilty finger in our faces.
And this is the beginning of hope. I say, “beginning,” because it is only the
first and necessary step in discovering the meaning of death, and the
possibility of changing or transforming our relationship to it.
Copyright, Monte E Wilson, 2014
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