It’s an old enemy. Old and familiar to our tired world.
We see the rhythm around us – an endless cycle of giving birth and of dying. And for the most part, we’re submissive. After all, it’s only natural. Inevitable.
But when we stand face to face with death, we wrestle. It’s then that we feel the wrench, the tension, and we remember that death is a foreign marauder. The first pristine creation had no inkling of it. This is not the way things were intended to be. Our bodies weren’t meant to decay and hurt and die. We were created to live vibrant and fully and forever.