And the sky begins to thunder
And I’m filled with awe and wonder
‘Til the only burning question that remains is
Who am I?

Can I form a single mountain
Take the stars in hand and count them
Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me
He is first and last before all that has been
Beyond all that will pass

song by Stephen Curtis Chapman – God is God

 

Immortality.  Who wants to live forever? No. Rather; who wants not to live forever?

Allow me add chapter 13 to Ecclesiastes. Mind you,  it has 12 chapters only, but I hereby request your indulgence.

Alright. My Solomon hat is on. Let me grab my papyrus, my quill, my ink, my think and let us philosophize…

 

I looked under the sun and observed. “Behold! Man wishes not to die but his breath should linger on forever.”

The rich, the poor. The old, the young. The men, the women. The strong, the weak. The beauties and the beasts. The healthy, the sick. The wise, the foolish. All wish to relish the never-ending cycle of the sands of the hour glass.

For hope calls their hearts to yearn for added time. The extra chyme, chance for change.

Or there lies perhaps higher thought for the thirst to live on.

Turn backward the dial of time. Ages beyond the years 2000 until the Genesis chapter one. For then, God created the heavens and the earth. The birds of the air, the moon, the sun and His son Adam.

To live on, this son was destined. He breathed the life of the Eternal God. Simultaneously they lived, they breathed, they talked, they walked. Together as one. A holy bond.

Man’s make up was designed to fit the eternal agenda. Fellowship forever. The mark of true immortality.

‘Til the fall. Man lost all. Fellowship broken. Death’s mouth open.

Mortal generation on generation swallowed whole. To the ends of the earth. To the depths of the sea. To heights of the galaxies. The scythe grimly reaped.

Though man’s frame was fervent to inhale, quietus stole last breaths away. Left to decay. Earth to shell. Soul dispelled .

Forward again looked I under the sun. I observed the Son of God cry, “It is finished”. Death swallowed in life to reconstruct the DNA of man.

So said my soul within me, “At last! We decay no more,  Our bodies to corruption no more. Our flesh to dust no more. For great is the battle just won. Our breath is ours and so the hours.”

But alas I was wrong. Thereafter, I saw men born and the buried mourned.

Questions! Within my heart were questions. What is death? Is it to lose the mortal breath? What is immortality? Is it to keep the mortal air?

Aye and nay.

For I observed beyond the sun that true death is eternal separation from the Eternal God. Mortality, the symptom of effect.

Man is not the vessel but the soul within. Live on he shall. When this breath is lost. Man’s thirst for immortality shall surely be quenched. Yet, shall some thirst again and others forever refreshed.

True death in man is eternal damnation. On earth is but a dead man in motion. But able to change the path of a preexisting destiny. To bide time is not to negate the reality.

This mortality, we must shed. Life beyond, is our end. To what end, we have choice. And for this choice, the Son forfeit His life.

Our greatest desire need be not to remain, but to reconnect to our true selves found in the Eternal God. Seek not time in extra to abide on earth, seek ye rather the right choice to set your eternity in order.

Again looked I under the radiant sun. With a sigh finally I concluded in sum. The lot of man is not to live and die, but rather to live forever immortal.

Yet to what end is your end? Soul immortal. Yet to what end?

 

One of my childhood favorites. Enjoy this one.