As I was scrubbing my kitchen floor today, I was singing worship music when suddenly, a dart hit me right in the heart. I wept because my tiny Dad experienced physical death.
As Parkinson's Disease chipped away at his body and mind, I know he prayed for the release of death. But he'd always hoped that the rapture would come before his body gave out.
I chose not to see my Dad's body after he died. Parkinson's Disease robbed Dad of his easy smile, quick puns, and baritone laughter. I truly did not want to see his body without his personality inhabiting it.
Today I grieved, not for the loss of Dad himself, but that he had to experience physical death. I wonder what it was like for God when his beloved children rebelled and turned the universe inside out. Did he feel grief like this times a billion billion? Grief for every living thing that would now experience decay and death?
No wonder why we had to have a supernatural savior and champion!
My eyes are still leaking but I'm trying to remember that Dad is home and safe now.
What would it be like to live in a body that wasn't breaking down and decaying? I can't even imagine it.
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