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79 Sermon Illustrations on Fear Of Death

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In Christian preaching, the fear of death is often contrasted with the peace and victory found in faith, emphasizing that believers should fear sin more than death itself (Hebrews 2:15). Illustrations use images of calmness amid danger, the vanquishing of fear by Christ's blood, and the joyful confidence of those who trust God's promises, highlighting death as a passage to eternal life rather than a fearful end (1 Corinthians 15:55).

Fear of Death

Fear of death contrasts with Christ's victory through His death and resurrection.

Alfred Krupp of Prussia, the great cannon king, was literally a manufacturer of death. However, he had such a fear of death that he never forgave anyone who spoke to him of it. Every employee throughout his vast works was strictly forbidden to refer to the subject of death in conversation. He fled from his own home when a relative of his wife suddenly died there, and when Mrs. Krupp remonstrated, he became so enraged that lifelong separation ensued. During his last illness he offered his physician a million dollars if he would prolong his life ten years. But no amount of money could buy an extension of his life. How different it was with Jesus Christ, because He was not only God but man at the same time. When He became man, He came down for a definite time, that by His death and resurrection death might be conquered. The Perplexed Skeptic A young skeptic said to an elderly lady, "I once believed there was a God, but now, since studying philosophy and mathematics, I am convinced that God is but an empty word." "Well," said the lady, "I have not studied such things, but since you have, can you tell me where this egg comes from?" "Why, of course, from a hen," was the reply. "And where does the hen come from?" "Why, from an egg." Then the lady inquired, "Which existed first, the hen or the egg?" "The hen, of course," rejoined the young man. "Oh, then a hen must have existed without having come from an egg?" "Oh, no, I mean that one egg existed without having come from a hen." The young man hesitated: "Well, you see-that is-of course, well, the hen was first!" "Very well," said she, "who made that first hen from which all succeeding eggs and hens have come?" "What do you mean by all this?" he asked. "Simply this: I say that He who created the first hen or egg is He who created the world. You can't explain the existence even of a hen or an egg without God, and yet you wish me to believe that you can explain the existence of the whole world without Him!" Thus the old lady's common sense sent the young man's philosophy packing. Everything finite must have had a beginning. But the important issue is, what is behind every finite beginning? Is it self-begun, or is there an infinite and eternal mind, a personality, behind it, the same personality which is behind every finite beginning? This personality John chooses to call ho Logos, "the Word."

Atheist Faces Death

Atheists face death with terror, unlike Christians who live in the fear of God.

For the person who is out of Christ, death is generally viewed with terror. It is said that the French nurse who was present at the death of Voltaire, being urged to attend an Englishman whose case was critical, said, "Is he a Christian?" "Yes," was the reply, "he is a Christian in the highest and best sense of the term-a man who lives in the fear of God. But why do you ask?" "Because," she answered, "I was the nurse who attended Voltaire in his last illness, and for all the wealth of Europe I would never watch another atheist die." The One Supreme Mystery A young man who was studying medicine could not accept the doctrine of the supernatural birth of Jesus Christ. He went to a preacher who reasoned with him but left him in greater perplexity than ever. When he had finished his medical studies, he went to practice medicine in a rural community. One Sunday he decided to go and hear a backwoods preacher, not thinking for a moment that such a man could change his viewpoint on the virgin birth of Jesus Christ. But this humble preacher knocked more skepticism out of the doctor in half an hour than he had accumulated in all his years of medical school. He said, "If anybody here is troubled about the mystery of God becoming man, I want to take you back to the first chapter of Genesis and the first verse. 'In the beginning God....' " He looked down into the audience very searchingly. The doctor was so self-conscious that he felt the speaker was looking directly at him. Then the preacher continued, "My brother, let me ask you this: Do you believe God was in the beginning? That is to say, that before the beginning began, God was? Somebody had to be, to start things off. Science tells us how things evolve and grow, but not how they first started." The doctor whispered to himself, "Yes, I believe that." "Now," the preacher said, "if you believe that God was before the beginning, you believe the only mysterious thing of this universe." "If I believe that, God knows I could believe anything else in the world," thought the doctor to himself. His conclusion that memorable morning was, "I went to college and traveled through the mysteries of the theory of reproduction and cell formation, and now I realize that I was just a common fool; that if God was in the beginning, that was the one supreme mystery of all mysteries of this mysterious universe of God." A Firm Stand for Christ A wealthy unbeliever who had spent much money on the education of his daughter, returned home from a business trip to be informed by his wife that the girl had gone forward and accepted Christ at an evangelistic meeting. When she ran to greet him, he struck her several times and told her to get out and never come back. She took shelter in a friend's home and spent the night in prayer. Early next morning the repentant father sent for her to come back. He met her at the gate, saying, "I give you my heart and hand to go with you to heaven." The mother followed, and all rejoiced in the saving power of Christ. A firm stand for Christ did it all.

Death, Conflict with

Death is a formidable enemy that even a strong athlete wishes to confront and defeat.

A well-known athelete of Avignon, France, named Meissonnier, literally struggled with the malady; and his last words were, "O Death! If you were a man, what short work I'd make of you!"

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Death, Fear of

Christians should fear living sinfully, not dying, which brings purification and peace.

There are some that are like what is fabled of the swan. The auelents said the swan never sang in his lifetime, but always sang just when he died. Now, there are many of God's desponding children, who seem to go all their life under a cloud; but they get a swan's song before they die. The river of their life comes running down, perhaps black and miry with troubles; and, when it begins to touch the white foam of the sea, there comes a little glistening in its waters. So, beloved, though we may have been very much dispirited by reason of the burden of the way, when we get to the end, we shall have sweet songs. Are you afraid of dying? Oh! never be afraid of that: be afraid of living. Living is the only thing which can do any mischief: dying can never hurt a Christian. Afraid of the grave? It is like the bath of Esther, in which she lay for a time to purify herself with spices, that she might be fit for her lord.

— Spurgeon

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Death, Fearless of

A Christian faces death without fear, assured all is well because God is love.

"I want to talk to you about heaven," said a dying parent to a member of his family. "We may not be spared to each other long: may we meet around the throne of glory, one family in heaven!" Overpowered at the thought, his beloved daughter exclaimed, "Surely you do not think there is any danger?" Calmly and beautifully he replied, "Danger! my darling. Oh! do not use that word. There can be no danger to the Christian, whatever may happen. All is right; all is well. God is love. All is well, — everlastingly well, — everlastingly well."

— Sterenson

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Death

A soldier lived each day without expecting to survive the night, showing readiness for death.

Sir John Burgh, a brave soldier, who received a mortal wound in the Isle of Rees, and being advised not to fear death, but to prepare himself for another world, answered, "I thank God I fear not death: these thirty years together, I never rose out of my bed in the morning, that ever I made account to live till night."

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Dying men express fear and despair facing death without God’s peace.

HUMBOLDT.—At the time of his death, the sun was shining brilliantly into the room in which he was lying; and it is stated that his last words, addressed to his niece, were, "How grand these rays! they seem to beckon earth to heaven."

1722-1731. DYING TESTIMONIES, of Isdels. VOLTAIRE, addressing his doctor, said, "I am abandoned by God and man. I will give you half of what I am worth, if you will give me six months' life." The doctor answered, "Sir, you cannot live six weeks." Voltaire replied, "Then I shall go to hell, and you will go with me;" and soon after expired.

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Philip Iii

A king laments wasted years and longs for a confident death before God.

of Spain.—Oh would to God I had never reigned! Oh that those years I have spent in my kingdom I had lived a solitary life in the wilderness! Oh that I had lived alone with God! How much more secure should I now have died! With how much more confidence should I have gone to the throne of God! What doth all my glory profit, but that I have so much the more torment in my death?

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Philip Iii

A dying man regrets lost time and fears eternal darkness after death.

"Ah! Mr. Harvey," said a dying man, "the day in which I ought to have worked is over; and now I see a horrible night approaching, bringing with it the blackness of darkness forever."

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Philip Iii

A man faces death with unbearable suffering and no courage to live.

MIRABEAU.—"Crown me with flowers, intoxicate me with perfume, let me die with the sound of delicious music." When death came nearer, he said, "My sufferings are intolerable: I have within me a hundred years of life, but not a moment's courage." He demanded and received a draught of opium, under the influence of which he died.

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Philip Iii

A man longs to escape life and faces death with defiant courage.

HOBBS.—“I shall be glad to find a hole to creep out of the world at.” He had previously said, that, were he the master of the world, he would give it all to live one day longer.

1732-1749. DYING TESTIMONIES, of Martyrs.—CRANMER, thrusting his hand into the fire, said, “Thou unworthy hand shalt first burn: I will be revenged of thee for subscribing for fear of death to that damned scroll.”

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster death

Philip Iii

A martyr values eternal life over earthly life and death’s bitterness.

BISHOP HOOPER, to one that tendered a pardon upon recantation, said, “If you love my soul, away with it; if you love my soul, away with it!” One of the commissioners prayed him to consider that life is sweet, and death is bitter. “True,” said he; “but the death to come is more bitter, and the life to come is more sweet.”

Procrastination, Common

Fear of death can prompt last-minute preparation, but delay risks missing salvation.

A chaplain in one of the regiments on the Potomac narrates the case of a sick soldier. Some one had mentioned to him the case of the Vermonter who was sentenced to be shot for sleeping at his post. During the evening following, fever set in violently: the sick man imagined he was the one sentenced. The surgeon being called, the following conversation ensued. "Doctor, I am to be shot in the morning; and I wish you to send for the chaplain. I desire to make all necessary preparations for the end." — "They shall not shoot you: I'll take care of you. Whoever comes to take you from here I shall have them arrested, and put under guard." — "Will you, dear doctor? Thank you, thank you! Well, then, you need not send for the chaplain just yet."

from New Cyclopaedia of Prose Illustrations · Elon Foster

Mr. Wesley And The Germans

Faith in God brings calmness and peace even in the face of death and danger.

In the early part of the career of the Rev. John Wesley, influenced by a desire to do good, he undertook a voyage to Georgia. During a storm on the voyage he was very much alarmed by the fear of death, and being a severe judge of himself, he concluded that he was unfit to die. He observed the lively faith of the Germans, which in the midst of danger, kept their minds in a state of tranquillity and ease, to which he and the English on board were strangers. While they were singing at the commencement of their service, the sea broke over them, split the mainsail in pieces, covered the ship, and poured in between the decks as if the great deep had already swallowed them up. The English screamed terribly: the Ger mans calmly sung on. Mr. Wesley asked one of them afterwards, if he were not afraid. He answered, "I thank God, no." "But were not your women and children afraid?" He replied mildly, "No: our women and children are not afraid to die."

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine faith in god

Fears Of Death Vanquished

Scriptural faith overcomes fear of death, bringing victory through Christ's blood.

A person who lived in the house of a pious friend, often communicated to him his distressing apprehensions. He was not so much disturbed with doubts respecting his interest in Christ, as terrified with the thoughts of dying, and said he thought he should need three or four persons to hold him, if he apprehended death was at hand. His friend proposed Scriptural antidotes to this unreasonable dread; and encouraged him to expect that, as his day, so should his strength be. After a long illness, the time of his departure approached; and he often expressed a wish that his friend could always be with him. Finding himself dying, he repeatedly sent for his friend to pray with him. He felt uneasy, and said, "Satan whispers that I have beer a deceiver, and shall die a hypocrite." He asked his friend to pray again with him, after which he cried, "The Lord is come! Praise God, praise God!" He then lifted up both his hands, which from weakness, he could scarcely raise before, and several times repeated "Victory, victory, victory, through the blood of the Lamb!" and expired with the unfinished word on his lips.

Several Examples

True faith enables believers to face death joyfully and without fear.

John Dodd—"I am not afraid to look death in the face. I can say—Death, where is thy sting? Death canno hurt me."

Robert Bolton—"O! when will this good hour come? When shall I be dissolved? When shall I be with Christ?"

Halyburton—"Here is a demonstration of the reality of religion, that I, a poor, weak, timorous man, as much afraid of death as any, am now enabled by the power of grace, composedly and with joy, to look death in the face."

Edward Deering—"As for my death, I bless God I feel and find so much inward joy and comfort to my soul, that if I were put to my choice whether I would die or live, I would a thousand times rather choose death than life, if it may stand with the holy will of God."

John Owen—"Oh! brother Payne, the long-looked for day is come at last, in which I shall see that glory in another manner than I have ever yet done, or been capable of doing."

Risden Darracott—"Well, I am going from weeping friends to congratulate angels and rejoicing saints in heaven and glory. Blessed be God, all is well."

Cecil'S Dying Mother

Isaiah 43:2

Trusting God's promises removes fear of death and brings peace.

My first convictions on the subject of religion, says the Rev. R. Cecil, were confirmed by observing, that really religious persons had some solid happiness among them, which I felt the vanities of the world could not give. I shall never forget standing by the bedside of my sick mother. "Are not you afraid to die?" I asked. "No." "No! Why does the uncertainty of another state give you no concern?" "Because God has said, 'Fear not; when thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee.'—'Let me die the death of the righteous.'"

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine trusting gods plan

Beautiful Reply

A believer's focus on God's presence removes fear of dying or living.

A pious Scotch minister being asked by a friend during his last illness, whether he thought himself dying? answered, "Really, friend, I care not whether I am or not; for, if I die I shall be with God; if I live, He will be with me."

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine faith in god

Louis Xi And His Physician

A fearful king tries to bribe his physician to avoid death but fails.

Louis XI of France was so fearful of death, that, as often as it came into his physician's head to threaten him with death, he put money into his hands to pacify him. His physician is said to have got 55,000 crowns from him in five months.

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine death

Greatest Terror Removed

Denial of a future judgment removes fear, leading to moral lawlessness.

A servant, upon whom the irreligious conversation continually passing at his master's table, had produced its natural effect, took an opportunity to rob him. Being apprehended, and urged to give a reason for his misconduct, he said, "Sir, I had heard you so often talk of the impossibility of a future state, and that after death there was no reward for virtue, nor punishment for vice, that I was tempted to commit the robbery." "Well, but had you no fear," asked the master, "of the death which the law of your country inflicts upon the crime?" "Sir," rejoined the servant, looking sternly at his master, "what is that to you, if I had a mind to venture that? You had removed my greatest terror; why should I fear the loss?"

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine

Afraid The Bible Is True

Fear of the Bible's truth torments an infidel facing death and eternal loss.

The following melancholy case is well authenticated:

Mr. S—, a well-known infidel, said one day to Mr. N—, who had also imbibed the same evil principles, "There is one thing which mars all the pleasures of my life." "Ah," said Mr. N—, "what is that?" "Why," replied Mr. S—, "I am afraid that the Bible is true! If I could know for certain that death is an eternal sleep, I should be happy—my joy would be complete! But here is the thorn that stings me. This is the sword that pierces my very soul. If the Bible is true, I am lost forever! Every prospect is gone! and I am lost forever!"

Mr. S—was just entering on a voyage—sailed not long after—was shipwrecked, and lost! sinking probably into the mighty deep, under all the horrors of absolute despair. Alas! what a dreadful tormentor is a guilty conscience! and how ineffectual are all the opiates of infidelity and licentiousness to assuage its anguish; and if they are so in the time of health and prosperity, what must it be to bear affliction, and to pass the final, solemn test, without the hopes and consolations of the gospel!

Mr. Hobbes And Death

Mr. Hobbes' fear of death reveals the terror of unbelief despite his bravado.

Mr. Hobbes, the celebrated infidel, in bravado, would often say very unbecoming things of God and the Bible, yet when alone he was haunted with the most tormenting reflections, and would awake in great terror if his candle happened to go out in the night. He never could bear any discourse about death, and seemed to cast off all thoughts of it. Notwithstanding all his high pretensions to learning at philosophy, his uneasiness constrained him to confess, as he drew near the grave, that "he was about taking a leap in the dark."

Volney In A Storm

Atheists may show fear and despair when facing life-threatening danger.

Samuel Forester Bancroft, Esq., accompanied Mr. Isaac Weld, jr., in his travels through North America. As they were sailing on Lake Erie, in a vessel, on board of which was Volney, celebrated, (or rather, notorious,) for his atheistical principles. He was very communicative, allowed no opportunity to escape of ridiculing Christianity, and behaved altogether in a very profane manner. In the course of the voyage, a very heavy storm came on, insomuch that the vessel, which had struck repeatedly with great force, was expected to go down every instant. The masts went overboard; the rudder unshipped; and, consequently, the whole scene exhibited confusion and horror. There were many female passengers and others on board; but no one exhibited such strong marks of fearful despair as Volney—throwing himself on deck; now imploring, then imprecating the captain, and reminding him that he had engaged to carry him safe to his port of destination; vainly threatening, in case any thing should happen. One moment he was quite frantic, and raged like a madman; another, in wild consternation, he looked into some of Voltaire's works, which he generally carried in his bosom; then despair took hold on him, and he uttered the most incoherent expressions, and offered a large sum of money to the captain, to prevail on him to attempt what was utterly impossible, namely, to put him ashore in a small boat.

As the probability of their being lost increased, this great mirror of nature, human or inhuman, began loading the pockets of his coat, waistcoat, breeches, and every thing he could think of, with dollars, to the amount of some hundreds; and this, as he thought, was preparing to swim for his life, should the vessel go to pieces. Mr. Bancroft remonstrated with him on the folly of such acts, saying he would sink like a piece of lead, with so great a weight on him; and at length as he became so very noisy and unsteady as to impede the management of the vessel, Mr. Bancroft pushed him down the hatchway. Volney soon came up again, having lightened himself of the dollars, and, in the agony of his mind, threw himself on deck, exclaiming, with uplifted hands and streaming eyes, "Oh, my God! my God!—what shall I do—what shall I do?"—This so surprised Bancroft, that notwithstanding the moment did not very well accord with flashes of humor, yet he could not refrain from addressing him: "Well, Mr. Volney—what! you have a God now?" To which Volney replied, with the most trembling anxiety, "O yes! O yes!" The vessel, however, got safe, and Mr. Bancroft made every company which he went into, echo with this anecdote of Volney's acknowledgment of God. Volney, for a considerable time, was so hurt at his weakness, as he calls it, that he was ashamed of showing himself in company at Philadelphia. But afterwards he said that those words escaped him in the instant of alarm, but had no meaning.

Infidelity, then, will do only ashore, in fine weather; but it will not stand a gale of wind for a few hours.

Infidels and Atheists! how will you weather an ETERNAL STORM?

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine

The Infidel And His Box Of Books

Infidels boldly deny God until danger causes them to cry out for mercy.

Infidels are often quite bold in calm weather, but at the first approach of danger their courage vanishes in a moment. During a gale on Lake Erie, the steamer Robert Fulton, among many other vessels, was wrecked and lost. On board that boat, as was related by a passenger, and published in the Religious Herald, was an infidel with a box of books to distribute at the West. He was loud and clamorous in proclaiming his infidelity, till the gale came on—but then, like the rest, he was silent, and waited with trembling anxiety the uncertain fate of the ship. At length they drew near the shore, and attempted to throw on. their anchors, when the whole forward part of the boat broke off, and the waves rushed into the cabin. At once the infidel was on his knees crying for mercy—his voice could be heard above the raging elements, begging the Lord to forgive his blasphemics, till a heavy sea swept over the deck, and carried him and his books to the bottom.

# 222. Shown by their Conduct in Death.

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine

Gibbon'S Confession

Even great skeptics confess uncertainty and darkness when facing death.

The celebrated Gibbon just before his death confessed that when he considered all worldly things, they were all fleeting; when he looked back they had been fleeting; when he looked forward "all was dark and doubtful." Surely no one can wish to be an infidel for the comfort of it.

from Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes · Kazlitt Arvine

Turks’ Belief

Belief in predetermined death led Turks to reckless disregard for their lives.

The ancient Turks believed it was written on every man’s forehead at his birth, when he should die. Hence, they exposed themselves recklessly to every danger in war or pestilence, and perished by thousands.

Life, Clinging To

Fear of death can motivate people to cling desperately to life at all costs.

They used to tell during the Civil War of a colonel who was ordered to assault a position which his regiment, when they had advanced far enough to get a good look at it, saw to be so impossible that they fell back and became immovable. Whereupon (so the story ran) the colonel, who took the same sense of the situation that his command did, yet must do his duty, called out in an ostensibly pleading and fervid voice: “Oh, don’t give it up so! Forward again! Forward! Charge! Great heavens, men, do you want to live forever?”

— JOSEPH H. TWICHELL

from Cyclopedia of Illustrations for Public Speakers · Robert Scott and William C. Stiles

Living, Strength For

Prayer for strength to live boldly without fear of death.

There was a time when low on bended knee, With outstretched hand and wet uplifted eye I cried: O Father, teach me how to die, And give me strength Death’s awful face to see And not to fear. Henceforth my prayer shall be; Help me to live. Stern life stalks by Relentless and inexorable, no cry For help or pity moveth her as she Gives to each one the burden of the day. Therefore, let us pray: Give us the strength we need to live, O Lord.

— JULIA C. R. DORR

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View-Point

Neglecting duty leads to fatal consequences, as shown by the sleeping sentinel's fate.

See LIFE WHAT WE MAKE IT; MOODS DETERMINING DESIRES.

VIGILANCE

Richard III went out at twilight to reconnoiter; he found a sentinel fast asleep at the outposts. The King promptly stabbed him to the heart and left upon his breast a paper with the stern inscription, “I found him asleep and I leave him so.”

Sooner or later death, or something equally to be feared, overtakes every man who forsakes his duty and falls asleep at his post. (Text.)

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Encouragement To Servants

Mark 6:50

It was well-known author and pastor Charles Allen who first told the story of a little lad named John Todd, born in Rutland, Vermont, in the autumn of 1800. Shortly after the boy's birth, the Todd family moved to the little village of Killingsworth. It was there, when John was only six, that both his parents died. All the children had to be parceled out among relatives-- and a kind hearted aunt who lived ten miles away agreed to take John, to love him, to care for him, and to give him a home.

The boy lived there for some fifteen years and finally left as he went on to school to study for the ministry. Time passed gently as he began and later excelled in his work as a pastor. While he was in middle life, his elderly aunt fell desperately ill. Realizing death was not far off, in great distress she wrote her nephew. The pitiful letter included some of the same questions all of us must one day ask; "What will death be like? Will it mean the end of everything?" Fear and uncertainty were easily traced in the quivering lines of her letter.

Moved with compassion and swamped with the memories of yesteryear, he wrote her these words of reassurance:

It is now thirty-five years since I, a little boy of six, was left quite alone in the world. You sent me word you would give me a home and be a kind mother to me. I have never forgotten the day when I made the long journey of ten miles to your house in North Killingsworth. I can still recall my disappointment when, instead of coming for me yourself, you sent your colored man, Caesar, to fetch me. I well remember my tears and my anxiety as, perched high on your horse clinging tight to Caesar, I rode off to my new home. Night fell before we finished the journey and as it grew dark, I became lonely and afraid.

"Do you think she'll go to bed before I get there?" I asked Caesar anxiously. "Oh no," he said reassuringly. "She'll sure stay up FOR YOU. When we get out of these here woods you'll see her candle shining in the window." Presently we did ride out in the clearing and there, sure enough, was your candle. I remember you were waiting at the door, that you put your arms close about me and that you lifted me -- a tired and bewildered little boy -- down from the horse. You had a big fire burning on the hearth, a hot supper waiting for me on the stove. After supper, you took me to my new room, you heard me say my prayers and then you sat beside me until I fell asleep.

You probably realize why I am recalling all this to your memory. Some day soon, God will send for you, to take you to a new home. Don't fear the summons -- the strange journey -- or the dark messenger of death. God can be trusted to do as much for you as you were kind enough to do for me so many years ago. At the end of the road you will find love and a welcome waiting, and you will be safe in God's care. I shall watch you and pray for you until you are out of sight, and then wait for the day when I shall make the journey myself and find you waiting at the end of the road to greet me.

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from The Art Of Unselfish Living · Charles Swindoll via Kerux Sermon and Illustration Database fear of death

Now You Know

Job 33:22

During Napoleon’s invasion of Russia, his troops were battling in the middle of yet another small town in that endless wintry land, when he was accidentally separated from his men. A group of Russian Cossacks spotted him and began chasing him through the twisting streets. Napoleon ran for his life and ducked into a little furrier’s shop on a side alley. As Napoleon entered the shop, gasping for breath, he saw the furrier and cried piteously, “Save me, save me! Where can I hide?” The furrier said, “Quick, under this big pile of furs in the corner,” and he covered Napoleon up with many furs.

No sooner had he finished than the Russian Cossacks burst in the door, shouting “Where is he? We saw him come in.” Despite the furrier’s protests, they tore his shop apart trying to find Napoleon. They poked into the pile of furs with their swords but didn’t find him. Soon, they gave up and left.

After some time, Napoleon crept out from under the furs, unharmed, just as Napoleon’s personal guards came in the door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly, “Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the next moment would surely be your last?”

Napoleon drew himself up to his full height and said to the furrier indignantly, “How could you ask such a question of me, the Emperor Napoleon! Guards, take this impudent man out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will personally give the command to fire!”

The guards grabbed the poor furrier, dragged him outside, stood him up against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could see nothing, but he could hear the movements of the guards as they slowly shuffled into a line and prepared their rifles, and he could hear the soft ruffling sound of his clothing in the cold wind. He could feel the wind tugging gently at his clothes and chilling his cheeks, and the uncontrollable trembling in his legs. Then he heard Napoleon clear his throat and call out slowly, “Ready… aim…” In that moment, knowing that even these few sensations were about to be taken from him forever, a feeling that he couldn’t describe welled up in him as tears poured down his cheeks.

After a long period of silence, the furrier heard footsteps approaching him and the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Still partially blinded by the sudden sunlight, he saw Napoleon’s eyes looking deeply and intently into his own — eyes that seemed to see into every dusty corner of his being. Then Napoleon said softly, “NOW YOU KNOW.”

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By Steve Andreas from A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul, Copyright 1995 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen

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What If We Knew When and How We’d Die?

Job 14:5

Even a 42.8 millisecond flash of the word “death” across a computer screen is enough to make us act differently – and not always for the better.

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You and everyone you’ve ever known will someday die. According to some psychologists, this uncomfortable truth constantly lurks in the back of our minds and ultimately drives everything we do, from choosing to attend church, eat vegetables and go to the gym to motivating us to have children, write books and create companies.

For healthy people, death usually lurks in the back of our minds, exerting its influence on a subconscious level. “Most of the time, we go through our days unaware, not thinking of our mortality,” says Chris Feudtner, a pediatrician and ethicist at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia and the University of Pennsylvania. “We cope by focusing on the things more directly in front of us.”

What would happen, though, if the ambiguity surrounding our own demise were taken away? What if we all suddenly were told the exact date and means of our deaths? While this is, of course, impossible, careful consideration of this hypothetical scenario can shed light on our motivations as individuals and societies – and hint at how to best spend our limited time on this Earth.

First, let’s establish what we know about how death shapes behaviour in the real world. In the 1980s, psychologists became interested in how we deal with the potentially overwhelming anxiety and dread that come with the realisation that we are nothing more than “breathing, defecating, self-conscious pieces of meat that can die at any time”, as Sheldon Solomon, a psychology professor at New York’s Skidmore College, puts it.

Terror management theory, the term Solomon and his colleagues coined for their findings, posits that humans embrace culturally constructed beliefs – that the world has meaning, for example, and that our lives have value – in order to fend off what would otherwise be paralysing existential terror.

In more than 1,000 peer-reviewed experiments, researchers have found that, when reminded that we are going to die, we cling harder to foundational cultural beliefs and strive to boost our sense of self-worth. We also become more defensive of our beliefs and react with hostility to anything that threatens them.

Even very subtle nods at mortality – a 42.8 millisecond flash of the word “death” across a computer screen, a conversation that takes place within sight of a funeral home – are enough to trigger behavioural changes.

What do some of those changes look like? When reminded of death, we treat those who are similar to us in looks, political slant, geographic origin and religious beliefs more favourably. We become more contemptuous and violent towards people who do not share those similarities. We profess a deeper commitment to romantic partners who validate our worldviews. And we are more inclined to vote for heavy-handed charismatic leaders who incite fear of outsiders.

We also become more nihilistic, drinking, smoking, shopping and eating in excess – and we are less concerned about caring for the environment.

Should everyone suddenly learn the date and means of their demise, society could – and likely would – become more racist, xenophobic, violent, war-mongering, self-harming and environmentally destructive than it already is.

This isn’t pre-ordained, however. Researchers like Solomon ultimately hope that, by becoming aware of the expansive negative effects that death anxiety triggers, we might be able to counteract them.

In fact, scientists have already recorded a few examples of people bucking these general trends. Buddhist monks in South Korea, for example, do not respond this way to reminders of death.

Researchers looking into a style of thinking called “death reflection” also have found that asking people to think not just about death in a general, abstract way, but to think about exactly how they will die and what impact their death will have on their families, elicits very different reactions.

In that case, people become more altruistic – willing, for example, to donate blood regardless of whether there is a high societal need for it. They are also more open to reflecting on the roles of both positive and negative events in shaping their lives.

Given these findings, learning our death date may lead us to focus more on life goals and social bonds rather than responding with knee-jerk insularity.

This would especially be true “if we promote strategies that help us to accept death as part of life and integrate this knowledge into our daily choices and behavior,” says Eva Jonas, a psychology professor at the University of Salzburg. “Knowing about the scarcity of life may increase the perception of life’s value and develop the sense that ‘we’re all in the same boat’, promoting tolerance and compassion and minimising defensive responses.”

Morbid personalities

Regardless of whether society as a whole takes a nasty or nice turn, how we would react on an individual level to knowledge about our death would vary depending on personality and the specifics of the big event.

“The more neurotic and anxious you are, the more preoccupied you’ll be with death and unable to focus on meaningful life changes,” says Laura Blackie, an assistant professor of psychology at the University of Nottingham. “But on the other hand, if you’re told you’ll die peacefully at 90 in your sleep, then you might not be that motivated to engage with it, either – like, ‘Oh, that’s fine, carry on.’”

Whether life ends at 13 or 113, though, studies of terminally ill individuals can shed light on typical responses to death.

Palliative care patients, Feudtner says, often experience two phases of thinking. First, they question the very premise of their diagnosis, asking if death is definitely imminently inescapable or whether it is something they can fight.

After that, they contemplate how to make the most of the time they have left. Most fall into one of two categories. They either decide to put their whole energy and focus into doing everything they can to beat the illness, or they opt to reflect on their lives and spend as much time as possible with loved ones doing things that bring them happiness.

The same processes would likely play out under the hypothetical death date scenario. “Even if you know you have 60 more years, eventually that lifespan is going to be measured in just a couple years, months and days,” Feudtner says. “Once that clock winding down becomes too close for comfort, I think we’d see people moving in these two different directions.”

Those who opt to try to thwart their deaths may become obsessed with avoiding it, especially as time runs out. Someone who knows they are destined to drown might incessantly practice swimming so they can have a fighting chance at survival, for example, while someone who knows they will die in a traffic accident may choose to avoid vehicles at all costs.

Others, however, may go the opposite route – trying to cheat their predicted death by attempting to end their lives on their own terms. This would allow them, in a way, to gain control over the process. Jonas and her colleagues found, for example, that when they asked people to imagine that they will suffer a painful, slow death from an illness, those who were given the choice of a self-determined death – to end their life in a way of their choosing – felt more in control and exhibited fewer defensive biases related to death anxiety.

Those who go the route of accepting their death sentences may likewise react in a variety of ways. Some would be energised to make the most of the time they have, rising to greater heights of creative, social, scientific and entrepreneurial achievement than otherwise would have been possible. “What I’d like to think is that knowing our death date would bring out the best in us, that it would give us the psychological latitude to be able to do more for ourselves and for our families and communities,” Solomon says.

Indeed, there is promising evidence from trauma survivors that having a sense of the limited time we have left can motivate self-improvement. While difficult to collect baseline data for such people, many insist that they have changed in profound, positive ways. “They say they are stronger, more spiritual, recognise more positive possibilities and appreciate life more,” Blackie says. “They come to the realisation that, ‘Wow, life is short, I’m going to die one day, I should make the most of it.’”

Not everyone would become their best selves, however. Instead, many people probably would choose to check out of life and cease to contribute meaningfully to society – not necessarily because they are lazy, but because they are overtaken by a feeling of pointlessness. As Caitlin Doughty, a mortician, author and founder of the Order of the Good Death, a death acceptance collective, puts it, “Would you be writing this column if you knew you were going to die next June?” (Probably not).

Feelings of pointlessness may also cause many people to give up any semblance of a healthy lifestyle. If death is pre-ordained at a certain time no matter what, “I’m not going to bother to eat organic food anymore, I’m going to drink regular Coke instead of Diet Coke, and maybe I’ll try some drugs and shove Twinkies in my face all day,” Doughty says. “So much of our culture is designed around staving off death and maintaining law and order to keep death away.”

Most likely, though, the majority of individuals would toggle between being hyper-motivated and nihilistic, opting one week to “sit at home and spray Cheez Whiz on crackers with a 30-pack and watch another Law and Order on Netflix” and the next “to go volunteer at the soup kitchen”, Solomon says. But regardless of where we fall on that spectrum, even the most enlightened among us – especially as we approached our death date – would occasionally become “a quivering ruin.”

“Changes are stressful,” Feudtner agrees. “Here we’re talking about the biggest change that happens to an individual – from being to no longer being alive.”

Religious disruption

Practically speaking, no matter where we lived in the world, our day-to-day life would fundamentally change as a result of learning when and how we were due to die.

Many more people might attend therapy, which would develop specialised death-related sub-fields. New social rituals and routines might emerge, with death dates perhaps celebrated like birthdays, but counted down instead of up.

And existing religions would be shaken to the core. Cults could spring up in the spiritual wake left behind. “Do we start worshipping this system that tells us when we’re going to die? Make offerings to the system? Give away our virginal daughters?” Doughty says. “It would absolutely disrupt religious beliefs.”

Relationships would almost certainly be affected as well. Finding someone whose death date was close to one’s own would become a mandatory requirement for many, and dating apps designed to filter for those in one’s cohort would make that task easier. “One of the things that often makes people fear death the most – often more than their own death – is loss of those they love,” Doughty says. “Why would I want to stay with someone who is going to die at 40 if I’m going to die at 89?”

Similarly, if it were possible to determine a death date from a biological sample, some parents may decide to abort fetuses doomed to die young to avoid the pain of losing their child. Others – knowing that they themselves will not survive past a certain age – may opt to not have children at all, or else do the opposite, having as many children as quickly as possible.

We would also have to grapple with new laws and norms. According to Rose Eveleth, creator and producer of the podcast Flash Forward (an episode of which explored a similar hypothetical death date scenario), legislation may be drafted around death date privacy to avoid employer and service-provider discrimination. Public figures, on the other hand, may be compelled to share their dates before running for office (or may cause a furor by refusing to do so). “If a presidential candidate is going to die three days into the presidency, that matters,” Eveleth points out.

And even if not legally required, some individuals may choose to get their death dates tattooed on their arm, or wear them on a military dog tag, so that – in the case of an accident – emergency medical technicians will know whether or not to bother trying to revive them, Eveleth says.

The funeral industry would be profoundly impacted as well: it would cater to the still-living rather than to their bereaved families. “Funeral homes would no longer be able to prey on people in their time of grief to get as much money as possible,” Eveleth says. “It puts power in consumers’ hands in a way that is good.”

On the big day itself, some people might throw carefully curated parties, as those choosing to undergo humane euthanasia are beginning to do in real life. Others, especially those who will die in a manner that could put people in harm’s way, may feel ethically or emotionally compelled to isolate themselves. Still others, Eveleth says, may choose to use their death for a higher artistic or personal purpose, taking part in a play in which everyone actually dies in the end or staging a literal die-in for a cause they believe in.

Should we come to learn the time and manner of our individual demises, our ways of life would be profoundly changed.

“Human civilisation truly has developed around death and the idea of death,” Doughty says. “I think this would completely undermine our system of life.”

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Mimicking Faith: Magic Mushrooms and the Fear of Death

For most people, Aldous Huxley, is remembered as the author of the classic dystopian novel, “Brave New World.” But among devotees of hallucinogenic drugs, such as LSD, Mescaline, and “magic mushrooms,” Huxley is also known as the author of “The Doors of Perception.”

In that book, Huxley chronicles his experience after ingesting mescaline, the psychoactive ingredient in peyote. As anyone who lived through the Sixties might expect, these experiences include what he believed was an enhanced appreciation of music and the visual arts. Thanks to mescaline, Huxley “understood” that Vermeer “was truly gifted with the vision that perceives the Dharma-Body as the hedge at the bottom of the garden.”

If that seems less-than-helpful-or-clear to you, then you can imagine what went through my mind as I read a recent article in the New York Times about hallucinogens and terminally-ill patients. Did you see it?

The lead told the story of a 55-year-old “upbeat, articulate and dignified” woman who was told that she had terminal colon cancer and between six and fourteen months to live. Like many people who receive this kind of terrible news, she fought back: She never stopped running even as her cancer treatments were taking their toll. And these exertions may have helped her to outlive the initial prognosis by nearly three years.

But the one thing her efforts couldn’t overcome was her fear of death. The longer she lived, the more anxious and depressed she became about her impending death. The question “when?” dominated her and her husband’s life.

So, her doctor prescribed magic mushrooms. More precisely, he administered doses of psilocybin, the psychoactive compound in these mushrooms, to her and other terminally-ill patients. The idea was that perhaps the hallucinogen would enable terminally-ill patients to see their impending death in a new way — as one researcher put it, through the carefully administered use of these drugs patients may see death in a “new light.” The experience might “promote introspection” and provide patients with “grounding.”

If that sounds, well, religious to you, you are not alone. Listen, I can’t imagine what it’s like to be told that you only have months to live — it’s hard enough to deal with the news of a loved one’s impending death, as I recently have done. So, I will not begrudge a dying person’s grasping for relief from this unimaginable burden.

What I will do is to note that researchers are using drugs to mimic — that’s the word that best fits here — the effects of faith, especially Christian faith. For Christians, our natural fear of death is overcome, not by a drug, but by faith in the risen Christ. Just as death no longer has any hold over Jesus, it no longer has any hold over us.

This is not a matter of perception — it’s a matter of fact. As the apostle Paul told the Corinthians, if God did not raise Jesus from the dead, our faith is in vain. It doesn’t get more fact-based than that.

None of this makes death — either our own or that of a loved one — any less painful. Christians believe that death is an enemy. But it’s an enemy God, through Christ, will destroy. That’s the source of our hope — hope that no pill can ever mimic.

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Copyright (c) 2012 Prison Fellowship Ministries. Reprinted with permission. "BreakPoint with Chuck Colson" is a radio ministry of Prison Fellowship Ministries.

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Nothing To Fear

A child of God who was seriously ill and lacked assurance of salvation said to his physician, “Doctor, although I’m a Christian, I’m afraid to die. Exactly what happens to us in the hour of death?” The surgeon, who was also a believer, thought for a moment and then replied, “I’m afraid I can’t give you an exact answer to that question!” As he walked across the room to leave, he desperately wished he could say something comforting. Pausing briefly before opening the door, he heard the sound of scratching and whining on the other side. Suddenly he realized that he had left his car window open and his little dog had jumped out.

With the patient’s permission he let in his pet poodle who leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. In a flash the doctor’s mind was awakened to a scriptural truth he had never before put into words. Turning to the sick man, he said, “Did you see how my dog acted? He’s never been in this room before. He had no idea what was inside; yet when I opened the door, he sprang in without fear, for he knew his master was here! As Christians we have not been told about the glories that await us on the other side of death. But one thing we do know; our Master is there, and that is enough!

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Facing Death

Louis XV, King of France, foolishly ordained and ordered that death was never to be spoken of in his presence. Nothing, that could in any way remind him of death, was to be mentioned or displayed, and he sought to avoid every place and sign and monument, which in any way suggested death. Carlyle said of him: “It is the resource of the ostrich who, hard hunted, sticks his foolish head in the ground and would fain forget that his foolish body is not unseen too.”

There is no reason why a brave and sensible man should not face all the facts of life, and one of these, the ultimate fact so far as this world is concerned, is the fact of death. Therefore, never let death take you by surprise.

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McCartney

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Your Heavenly Escorts

Luke 16:22

For every Christian, the time is coming when we will move into our heavenly homes, assisted by the Lord’s real estate agents -- called angels. After carefully studying this subject in the Bible, I’ve come to believe that angels take believers home to heaven when we die and help us move into our new houses. And the Lord Himself pays their commissions!

This is tremendously comforting, and it takes much of the intimidation out of the move. The primary Scripture teaching on this comes from the lips of Christ Himself. In describing the beggar Lazarus in Luke 16, Jesus said, “So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom,” referring to heaven. Notice that Lazarus wasn’t merely escorted to heaven. The angels carried him there.

Death is our most universal and dreaded experience, and even Christians can be apprehensive. But in the Bible, death is never defined as the cessation of life, but as separation. Physical death is the separation of the soul from the body. Spiritual death is being separated from God. Eternal death is being separated from heaven. For the Christian, the separation of soul and body is temporary; and at the resurrection, our eternal souls will be reunited with our glorified bodies.

I don’t suppose the Apostle Paul was looking forward to having his neck forced against a block of wood with an ax hurtling toward it, but he was clearly anticipating being with the Lord. He told the Philippians, “I am hard-pressed between the two (living and dying), having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better” (Philippians 1:23). And to the Corinthians he wrote, “to be absent from the body (is to be) present with the Lord” (2 Corinthians 5:8).

Let me offer a surprising suggestion. Just as we look forward to our eternal destination, perhaps we should also learn to anticipate the trip. Why dread that moment of death? The journey to heaven will not be dark, fearful, or lonesome. God will dispatch His angels at just the right time, and they’ll meet us just within the veil and carry us to the heights of His glory.

When the godless man died in Luke 16, Jesus simply said he was buried; and in hell, he lifted up his eyes, being in torment. But when this unloved beggar who lived with the dogs in the slums of Palestine died, the angels were honored to convey him to heaven. He was regarded poorly in this life, but that didn’t disqualify him from having an angelic escort through eternity’s doorway.

There are other hints about this in Scripture. In Jude 9, Moses’ body was the special concern of the archangel Michael in his dispute with Satan. When Jesus comes again, according to 1 Thessalonians 4, the angels will be there to attend to those making their transports to heaven. They are heaven’s ushers.

Why would angels provide this service at the time of our deaths? Well, the angels are commissioned by God to care for His children. Though we don’t often see them, our lives are surrounded by angels; and they have more to do with our daily progress and protection than we realize. “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” (Hebrews 1:14).

Death may sound fearsome, but not when we’re looking to Jesus who burst from the tomb, having purchased eternal life for His children. There’s no denying that Christians have a different way of dying than non-Christians. I’ve been by the bedsides of dying saints in which I felt I could almost hear the fluttering of angelic wings.

But it’s the Bible that gives us the truth -- not our speculations or experiences. And on the authority of the Word of God, I can assure you -- if you know Christ as Savior -- that the angels are real. They are real estate agents, ready to show us our heavenly homes and move us into the mansions Jesus has prepared for us. We don’t have to worry any more about dying. In fact, it almost makes me eager for moving day!

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Home Just Beyond

I read once of a little girl whose home was near a cemetery, and in order to go to the store, she had to follow a path that led through the cemetery. But this little girl never seemed to have any sense of fear, even when she returned through the cemetery at dusk. Someone said to her, “Aren’t you afraid to go through the cemetery?” “Oh, no,” she replied, “I’m not afraid, for my home is just beyond.”

Are you afraid of the cemetery? Not if you are a Christian, and know that your Home is just beyond.

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Afraid I'll Waste My Life

Ray Stedman told the story of a time when, after a Billy Graham Crusade meeting, he slipped into a seat on a bus beside a young man who had gone forward in the meeting that night and given his heart to Christ. Pastor Stedman spoke to him of what his new life would mean, and mentioned that he could now be free from all fear of death. The young man turned and looked the older man in the eye and said, "I have never been much afraid of death. But I'll tell you what I am afraid of - I'm afraid I'll waste my life."

Pastor Stedman then commented, "I believe that fear is deep within each of us. It has been put there by our Creator. No one wishes to waste his life."

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Ray Stedman, {Authentic Christianity} [Portland, OR: Multnomah Press, 1985], 152.

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I Want A Second Opinion

A doctor was making rounds in a ward for the terminally ill, asked the patients if they had any final requests. He entered an older lady’s room and asked, “Is there anything I can arrange before you pass on?”

She replied, “Yes, I’d like to see my immediate family one more time.”

“Of course,” said the doctor, “we’ll arrange it.”

He asked a second patient for his wishes. “I’m a Catholic,” murmured the man. “I’d like to see a priest for confession and the last rites.”

“Certainly,” replied the doctor.

Then he approached the third patient, “Have you any last wish, sir?” he inquired.

“Yes,” gasped the old man. “My last wish is to see another doctor.”

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Charles Lowery, SBC Life, June/July 1997 “Rise and Shine” p. 23

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Strong In the Face of Death

Isaiah 26:3

The great missionary leader, Daniel Niles, once shared a story about a young missionary couple who labored long and hard for in the midst of a rather primitive tribe in the New Hebrides Islands.

For months and even years there were no visible results until finally, one day, one family became Christians. Now it seemed that the future of their whole ministry to that tribe rested on the future of that one family. But what should happen? The child in that very family contracted a horrible disease.

As you can imagine, the parents prayed desperately for the recovery of that child. They brought him to the missionaries and the missionaries prayed as never before that God would hold back this enemy and show these superstitious people the power of prayer and the Christian faith.

But, nevertheless, the child died. And the missionaries were devastated. They went on with their work as before, but the future success of that mission work just didn’t seem very hopeful. They feared that their ministry to that people would just collapse.

But three months later, the leader of the tribe came to the missionary hut and said, “We, too, want to become Christians.” The missionaries were overfilled with joy, but surprised, really, and wondered, “Why? What would lead this chief and his tribe to make this wonderful decision?”

So they asked him. And this is what he said, “We, too, want to have a God that makes us strong to face death. We have never seen death faced the way you and the parents of that boy faced it. We want that strength too.”

It is found in Jesus Christ. The prophet Isaiah puts it like this: “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You” (Isaiah 26:3).

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She Felt His Presence At Death

George Truett once assured the wife of a Texas judge that when death came she should not be afraid. When the day finally arrived the nurse and doctor were there. She said, "Tell me frankly, doctor, is this death?" He said, "Yes, it is death." She turned to her husband and said: "Oh, dear husband, you know this is the hour that for 30 years I have dreaded. This is the hour of all hours I have shrunk from."

Yet later she said, "Husband, don't you see that face? Don't you hear that music? Christ is here. I have never known such rapture of light and peace and joy."

In that glory she went to be with the Lord. She found that God's grace was sufficient. God's love was not limited.

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The Fourth Element

We have come to the final factor necessary for bringing meaning to life: security. This seems to be most sought in the waning years. Beginning with wonder in childhood, through the pursuit of truth in adolescence and the fulfillment of love in the adult years, as we age we feel acutely that longing for security. Wonder may fade with the breakdown of the body. Truth brings the reality of an end to earthly existence. Love will soon be a thing of the past if death is the end of all consciousness. Where, then, does one find the security that can regain the wonder, know the truth, and enjoy the love?

The longing for life beyond the grave does not of itself establish that there is life beyond the grave, but this hunger does speak of our need to know the truth about death.

I had the privilege of speaking in Vietnam during the military conflict. It was an experience that changed my life; the conversations with military personnel are etched in my memory. One of those memories is a poem given to me, written by an American soldier. He told of a life-defining night when he was caught in the crossfire of battle while a war within his own mind raged. He heard within his mind the voices of friends from his youth who had convinced him of a universe devoid of God. But now as he gazed at the starlit sky, he wondered whether his friends had ever taken the time to marvel at its sight. In the eerie silence of the night, he surrendered his doubt to God, and penned these words: "Funny I had to come to this hellish place before I had time to see your face ... Strange, now since I met you, I’m not afraid to die."

One may dismiss this "foxhole conversion," for in the face of death one desperately hopes there is something beyond the grave. But the spectre of death is real and we cannot dismiss its inescapable question: Is there a God beyond the grave and the security of heaven for those who know Him?

Consider again Soren Kierkegaard’s conclusion in his search for meaning: Only by learning to define life backwards was he able to live it forwards. The final state of life directed the present path chosen.

Four essential components to meaning: wonder, truth, love, and security. All four are found in the person of Jesus Christ, who alone brings meaning at every age of life, even bringing security beyond the grave.

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Copyright © 2002 Ravi Zacharias International Ministries (RZIM). Reprinted with permission. "A Slice of Infinity" is a radio ministry of Ravi Zacharias International Ministries.

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Is the Pope Afraid of Death?

The Pope passed by in his Popemobile. It had that bullet-proof shield. What? The Pope's afraid of dying and going to heaven? What hope have the rest of us got?

-- Drew Carey, comedian

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The Shadow That Scares Us

Psalms 23

City Boy here is a lot of fun to watch when he's trying to be Farm Boy. Karen and I were helping out in someone's barn the other night when it happened - the large shadow of something flying over our heads. I hadn't seen the creatures yet - all I could see was this massive shadow on the wall. I knew my responsibility as a man - that's right, run for help! Well, no, there was actually no reason to run. When we looked up we saw what was casting those huge, unsettling shadows - some little moths, flying around the little light overhead. The shadow was scary - the reality behind the shadow wasn't very scary at all.

Well, I'm Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A WORD WITH YOU today about "The Shadow That Scares Us."

There's a big shadow that has bothered all of us at one time or another. To be honest, it can be a pretty scary shadow. You see that shadow sometimes when you're in the doctor's office, or when you have a close call, or when you've been to the funeral of someone you know ... especially someone who was about your age. It is, of course, the shadow of death.

The great Jewish king, David, wrote about that shadow in what may the best-known psalm in the Bible, Psalm 23. In the fourth verse of that psalm, our word for today from the Word of God, he says: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me." The "You," of course, is the one David talks about at the beginning of his psalm - "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want." Now, when his loving Shepherd leads him out of this life and into what he calls "the house of the Lord forever," he says he'll have nothing to fear.

Many folks don't have that kind of peace and confidence about what happens on the other side of their last heartbeat. Maybe you don't. For you, the thought of death and what may be beyond it is more than just a shadow -it's an unsettling, even frightening, reality. Should we be fearful about death and what's beyond? It all depends on where you stand with the God who you'll meet on the other side. In a sense, the only thing to fear about death is God. And we're scared of God - and maybe we should be scared of God - because of the wrong things we've done. He knows every person I've hurt, every lie I've told, every sin I've committed, every promise I've broken, every selfish or immoral thought or deed, and every dark secret of my life. And there's no way you or I can get into his heaven with our sin. It would ruin heaven.

But there is some awesome good news for us in Hebrews 2:14 and 15. God tells us that Jesus Christ died on a cross to "free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death." Jesus actually absorbed all the guilt, all the hell of your sin and mine when He died on the cross. Which means you can be forgiven for every sin of your life. The Bible says that when you put your trust in Jesus to be your personal rescuer from your personal sin, your sins are erased from God's book and your name is entered in His "book of life" - those who are going to heaven when they die.

So you don't have to wait 'til you die to know if you're going to heaven -you can know that today. Because Jesus is offering to remove the only thing that can keep you out of heaven - your sins. But you have to grab the nail-scarred hand of the Rescuer. Tell Jesus you're His from today on. If you want to begin your life-saving relationship with Jesus, I would love to send you the booklet "Yours For Life" that I wrote about this relationship. Just let me know you want it.

If you don't belong to Jesus, death is a monster that should be feared. If you do belong to Him, then death becomes just a shadow -because death is now your doorway to all that heaven offers.

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Copyright © Ron Hutchcraft Ministries, Inc., PO Box 400, Harrison, AR 72602. Used by permission. Written by Ron Hutchcraft. 'Practical Answers to Real Life Issues'

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Free From the Fear of Death

John 11:25

"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" (1 Cor. 15:55).

Most phobias can be reduced to a fear of man or death. Death looms over many as the ultimate fear-object. The fact that death is imminent is clearly established in Scripture: “It is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).

But Christians need not fear death. Jesus removed death as a legitimate fear-object by taking away its power when He died for our sins. Jesus Himself said, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me shall live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me shall never die” (John 11:25-26). Even though we will eventually die physically, we will continue to live spiritually.

Every child of God is spiritually alive, and even physical death cannot separate us from the love of God (Romans 8:38). Paul says, “For to me to live is Christ and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:21). Why? When we physically die, we will receive a resurrected body and be far better off than we are today. Try putting something else into Paul's formula; for instance, “For me to live is success.” Then to die would be what? Loss! “For me to live is a good physical body.” Again, to die would be loss.

I often ask people, “What is the worst thing that could happen to you?” “Well, I could die,” they answer. To which I respond, “Then you have nothing to fear, since the Bible says death may be the best thing that could happen to you!” The ultimate value is not physical life but spiritual life. If our life is hidden in Christ, then we won't suffer loss when we physically die. We can only gain. We can say confidently with Paul, “O death, where is your sting?” The person who is free from the fear of death is free to live today.

Thank You, Lord, that You have freed me to live fully in the here and now. I leave the time of my departure in Your hands.

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[Original illustration at this number was a duplicate in KeruxID 25837-26027]

from Neil Anderson's Daily In Christ From Freedom In Christ Ministries · Submitted by Rick Swenson, Hopatcong, New Jersey via Kerux Sermon and Illustration Database eternal life

Afraid He'll Be Beamed Up

William Shatner, who played Capt. James Kirk of the Starship Enterprise in the original Star Trek series, is afraid of death. Shatner, who is 73, says that the death of actor Marlon Brando hit him hard. He told Gail Shister of Knight Ridder News Service:

“I'm so not ready to die. It petrifies me. I go alone. I go to a place I don't know. It might be painful. It might be the end. My thought is that it is the end. I become nameless, and I spent a lifetime being known.”

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“Deep-thinking Shatner has mortality on his mind,” The Sunday Oregonian, Portland, Oregon, “Clip & Click,” p. 5

from The Sunday Oregonian via Kerux Sermon and Illustration Database

Up From the Grave He Arose

John 5:28

Mr. Lloyd, an early nineteenth-century sailor, was sleeping at a Philadelphia inn when the ruckus of a police raid awakened him. Afraid of being identified with the outlaws, he fled in his nightshirt to a nearby market.

In a short time, a gang of thieves discovered him and decided he would make a good servant to their task. Forcing Lloyd to join them, they led him to a cemetery a couple miles outside the city. With the help of a strong rope, they opened the crypt of a wealthy woman who had been buried that day. Then they ordered Lloyd to go in and take her jewels.

Lloyd begged to be released, but was threatened with dire harm if he didn't obey. Finally he did as ordered and handed the booty up to the robbers. Before Lloyd could climb out of the crypt, however, they slammed down the heavy stone slab, trapping him inside. Despair overwhelmed him as he listened to the fading sound of the robbers' retreating footsteps.

But soon Lloyd heard more footsteps. The strange new voices above him were those of another gang that was bent on the same mission. He knew what he must do. As they lifted the slab, Lloyd jumped out in his white night shirt. Horror-stricken, the robbers took off. He chased them, gaining on them little by little, not wanting them to stop and discover who he was. Soon one shouted, “Patrick! Patrick! The old woman is close to our heels!” Finally they reached the market and disappeared. A much relieved Mr. Lloyd went back to the inn, having had quite enough excitement for one night.

I don't like grave robbers. Yet this humorous true story has a lesson in it. There is One who can take more than jewels from the grave. He can raise the dead, giving them new life. At the second coming, our Lord will “rob” the graves of the faithful, reclaiming us for eternity: “Do not be amazed at this,” He promised, “for a time is coming when all who are in their graves will hear his voice and come out.” John 5:28-29

That is the kind of grave robber I like!

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Source: Signs of the Times, Copyright (c) February 2005, Pacific Press, http://www.signstimes.com

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Too Religious To Die

Devout Orthodox Jews are three times as likely to jaywalk as other people, according to an Israeli survey reported in the New Scientist. The researchers say it's possibly because religious people have less fear of death.

He Could Not Set Himself Free From His Fear of Life

Edvard Munch’s painting “The Scream” is an icon of 20th century art, portraying the anguish and isolation of modern life. His childhood was marked by the death of his mother and beloved sister. As a young man he associated with renegade artists and other dubious companions, much to his religious father’s dismay. Edvard, too, was torn. Though he lacked his father’s faith in God, he had nonetheless inherited his sense of guilt. Reflecting later on his bohemian friends and atheir embrace of free love, Edvard wrote:

"God –- and everything was overthrown – everyone raging in a wild,

deranged dance of life. . . . But I could not set myself free from my

fear of life and thoughts of eternal life."

from Smithsonian Magazine, Edvard Munch: Beyond The Scream · Arthur Lubow, adapted by Rev. David Holwick via Kerux Sermon and Illustration Database eternal lifeguilt

To Death and Back Again

Job 7:16

Writer Katherine Friedman and her husband got on a plane in California to attend a cousin’s wedding in Cancún. An hour into the flight, there was a slight bump and a clicking sound as oxygen masks fell from the overhead panels. The plane began to plunge to the earth. The pilot announced, “This is an emergency. Put on your oxygen mask and fasten your seat belt.” A smoldering smell began to fill the cabin. Friedman writes:

My heart is pounding through my fingers and my pupils feel as if

they are about to burst, but the sense of panic, the urge to

scream or cry, is absent. There is no instant replay of my life.

No existential secrets are revealed to me. Could the moments

before death really be this banal?

I feel a deep and penetrating sadness for our parents and my

sister. A wave of empathy for our friends when they hear the

news. But I know life will go on for them. They have no choice.

And so, in a falling plane, over the sand-coated Mexican canyons,

I look out the window into the endless orange afternoon, and I

wait.

And then the plane stops falling.

They land at a small airport in Mexico and take another flight to Cancún. Friedman and her husband attend the wedding and go through the motions of a holiday. But Katherine feels like she is in purgatory. The first night in the hotel she brings it up to her husband.

We try to talk about what happened on the plane, try to

reconstruct it, and then we stop. He wants to move past it, I can

tell. “We’re lucky,” he says.

I nod. But the truth is, I don’t feel lucky. Or even alive. I

feel indifferent. All I can do is watch everyone around me

experience what I should be feeling. No, it’s worse: I watch them

and condemn them for the utter uselessness of their joy.

They board another plane for the flight home.

For the first time in my life, I am not afraid to fly. In fact, I

am not afraid of anything.

But the feeling is not one of liberation. I am still searching

for something -- even my old fear -- to tether me to my previous

life, but there is only this feeling of utter remove.

And suddenly, as our plane pushes skyward, its engines roaring, I

am taken back to that moment when the universe tightened its grip,

threatening to peel me from my family, my friends, my memories, a

future I would never know.

For a second, I resisted. I asked: How can my loved ones and I

exist apart? How can I be lost to the world? We spend our lives

binding ourselves to one another, attaching ourselves to this life

like mollusks clinging to the reef.

But as that plane dropped from the sky, I knew that the world

would go on without me. My friends would grieve and move on. My

loved ones would endure. All I had to do was accept this and let

go.

The plane does not crash. Back in California, Friedman struggles with the meaning of her experience, her disconnected feeling.

And here I remain -- among friends and loved ones, at the

beginning of my marriage and all the fierce entanglements of life.

Yet in letting go, it seems I created a break between my former

and current selves that isn’t so easily bridged.

At home, I go to the grocery store, rub the dog’s belly, fold the

laundry, return my mother’s calls -- all the routines and rituals

that are supposed to give life structure and meaning. But week

after week I am still in that other place, a half step removed,

wondering when and how I am ever going to come back from this.

A month after my return, the answer comes in the form of a phone

call summoning me to the emergency room: My father has had a heart

attack.

And it is not until I am beside him in the intensive care unit,

gripping his hand as he battles his weakened heart for each

breath, that I feel my own heart pounding again for the first time

since that day. It’s all so familiar: the panic, the terror, the

threat of imminent loss.

But this time I don’t let go. My father, laced with wires and

unconscious, is pulling me back.

from The Week (magazine); Original Article Is From The New York Times · Katherine Friedman, edited by Rev. David Holwick via Kerux Sermon and Illustration Database fear of deathgrief

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