Dealing with Death

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It is a grim subject, death is. In many ways, we really do not like talking about it. Osama Bin Laden said that the difference between his group and Americans is that we love life while they love death. We love life because this is what God has granted us. He has given us a desire to live. This is why we fight for life when we are termed “terminally ill.” This is why we are willing to go to the heights and the depths of medical expertise so we can try to live just as long as we can. But death comes. Death hastens to its next victim.

There was a story I heard many years ago about “death.” It went something like this: Death arrived at a small farm where he was seeking a young man. With fear and trembling, when the young man saw Death coming toward him, he went to his master and requested his fastest horse so that he might flee from Death by crossing over the river. When the master told Death that he had given him his horse so that he might flee across the river, Death’s response was, “Good, I have an appointment with the young man this evening across the river.” Death waits for no one.

When we face the death of a loved one, it comes way too quickly. We want their lives to be lived with dignity, not with the decay of death. We desire to take their pain away, but it is not our pain to bear. We seek to comfort as best as we possibly can, but, for the most part, comfort only escapes the moment. Death steals,destroys, and kills.

Now before you think that this is merely a dreary, disheartening and dismal post, please keep reading. While death is ever seeking one to snatch into its clutches, there is One who seeking to rescue to give life. No, he is not American. I could only wish that all Americans saw life as this One does. He seeks to give life to whoever would believe Him to do so. It is really that simple: just believing Him. There is nothing that can stop physical death. When it is our time to die, we will die. When it is the time of our loved ones to die, they will die. Nothing stops death or the grief with which we suffer afterwards. But life continues to go on. Life continues to be lived. Life is a decision. As Tim Robbins said to Morgan Freeman in the movie The Shawshank Redemption, “You gotta get busy living or get busy dying!” I choose life!

Now I can choose life all day long, but that does not stop death. I can choose to roll out of bed every morning, wake up my boys and ready them for their day. My wife will wake up and be readying herself for her day as well. I ready myself for the day. But one of these days, there will not be a time to wake. That day will eventually come. However, that is not all there is to life. There is much more to life! There is a time after we live this life that is eternal. But we need to make the choice today what life we will have in the hereafter.

Jesus Christ said in John 10:10:

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come so that they may have life, and may have it abundantly.

Jesus’ concern is with life. He came so that we might have life. Now some critics would challenge Him with this because death still seems to reign in the mortal shells of our lives. We are always trying to forego death, but it is still there. Jesus Christ, however, was speaking of eternal life. Yes, physically we will die. Yes, physically our loved ones have died. Jesus came to give us eternal life and that life does not begin at the point of our physical death. Rather, it begins at the point of our belief in Him to give us life.

Nevertheless, there is a day of reckoning for all. Hebrews 9:27 says:

And inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment…

That just sounds horrible if that is all there is to this life, but that is not all there is to this life. Read on in Hebrews 9:28:

…so Christ also, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time for salvation without reference to sin, to those who eagerly await Him.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy, but Jesus is coming again for those who eagerly await Him. He not only gives life while here on this earth, but then He comes and takes us to be with Him forever by giving us eternal life. Pipe dream? No–reality. When He died and bore your sins and my sins on a cold, cruel cross, He made payment for the wages of sin that is due and in turn gives us eternal life as a free gift! Jesus Christ is concerned with life and giving it away so that we might live!

Let death come. There is nothing that is stopping life…nothing stopping Life.

Colorado

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My family and I have been in Colorado for a week now. We left home on Saturday this past week due to our air conditioning breaking down that afternoon while at the grocery store. Hopefully it will be fixed by the time that we arrive back home this coming Wednesday. We drove to Oklahoma where we stayed for a night. Then we drove to Tulsa to catch up with some friends of ours that moved from our town. It was a great time to see Mick and Kelly and to see how God is blessing them where they are. After leaving Tulsa, we drove to Oakley, Kansas and stopped there for the night due to a torrential storm that we drove into on Sunday evening. The deluge was so great that we went from seventy-five miles per hour down to five miles per hour because we could not see the road. The winds were howling and, of course, my wife and children were frightened by the storm and I was stressed to the gills because of driving through the storm. We finally made it on Monday to Denver. While there we visited with my Dad and stepmom and had a great few days with them. He had an angiogram the week before but the doctor is still trying to figure out what is going on with his heart. He looks great but tires towards the end of the day.

Now we are in Canon City, Colorado. We are visiting with our sons grandparents and are having a great time. Today we visited the Royal Gorge and it was absolutely beautiful. I actually walked across the suspension bridge that spans the gorge. Now for me, being that I am very afraid of heights, I was able to walk across and help others who were frightened along the way by showing them that if I could do it they could, too. Well, my knees have finally stopped knocking and my queasiness has subsided. My boys had a great time with Nana as she has fed, watered, and bought all sorts of things for them. My Cheryl is having a great time as well, just seeing how glad everyone is to see her sons and how much they have grown over the last couple of years.

As for me, I am ready to relax, sit outside in the coolness of the day, and keep reading my B.B. Warfield book. I am grateful to have some time to relax after stressing over things that I really should not stress over. After all, God is in control.

It’s Almost Been a Year

Denilio J. & Denise F. Gorena
Denilio J. & Denise F. Gorena

It has almost been one year since my twin sister left us. June 27, 2015 will be extremely hard; I am sure of this. I have been thinking about this month for a long time now and just how I might respond to the challenges the lie ahead of me. I miss Denise. I miss hearing her voice and seeing her face with that sheepish smile of hers. I miss going to her second grade class and reading to her kids on our birthday. I miss not being able to meet her for lunch or dinner. I miss her not coming over to my house to visit us. I miss…I miss…I miss… The list can go on and on.

However, I am discovering that as the days pass without my twin sister being near me, I find myself wandering back to the “good ‘ol days.” Those days when we were kids and teenagers. I remember so much of the playing that we did with each other. Outside, just behind our garage, my dad had a pile of old wood, pieces of wood from torn down sheds or other buildings. Denise and I would build forts out of those old pieces of wood and we would sit inside of our “mansion” and play–me with my cars and her with her dolls. It was our fort. Inevitably, one of my older brothers would ride their bicycle into the side wall of the fort and it would come crashing down on us. We would dig ourselves out of it and would eventually get our revenge as soon as mom and dad came home.

As teenagers, I remember that Denise was in band and I was in choir. She played the flute from the time she was in sixth grade until she became ill with neuroendocrine cancer. She played beautifully–at least I always thought she did. I sang tenor in the choir. I remember going to hear her play when the band had a concert and she would come hear me sing when there was a choir concert. We tried our best to build each other up in our respective musical abilities. Both of us sang in our youth choir at church. She sang soprano first then moved into the alto section. Either one was fine with her as long as she could sit next to her friends.

Denise was a serious student and I was not so serious in high school. She studied long hours while I would watch TV or play my Atari in my room. We had good, long talks when we were younger and we had good, long talks as we grew older. Denise was determined. Me? Well, I was determined to just have as much fun as I possibly could. Denise graduated in time from Baylor University. I took the ten-year plan to graduate from Criswell College. I was at her graduation in Waco, Texas and celebrated with her. She came to my graduation and celebrated with me. Every year we celebrated our birthday together by going out to eat and buying each other cards and other gifts. She was always thoughtful in what she bought for me and I was for her.

I remember July 8, 1976. It was a hot day in Brownsville, Texas where we grew up. We were attending a Vacation Bible School at Primera Iglesia Bautista. My cousin, Becky Rivera, was teaching our class. We were nine-years-old. All week-long, Becky was teaching us stories about Jesus Christ and how He came to die for us so that our sins might be forgiven and we could be with Him for eternity. She told us that He could save us from the penalty of sin. On that thursday, Becky asked the class if any of us wanted to trust and believe Jesus Christ to be our Lord and Savior. I knew that I needed to be saved, and, lo and behold, Denise knew that day she needed to be saved. Both of us prayed and believed Jesus Christ to be our Lord and Savior. It was not too many months later that both Denise and I were baptized on the same day at Primera.

Now that she has left us, I remember so many different things. I know that I never thought that I would have to remember these things. For some reason, it never occurred to me that I would be twinless. But for some reason, it seems for me that although it is hard for me to remember all that we experienced together, it also brings me much joy. Denise and I are two peas in a pod–literally! We thought the same. We acted the same. We spoke the same. We had the same moodiness. We had the same outlook. We had much the same. Today, things are very different. I am in this mortal body and she is in an immortal body. I am on this earth and she is in heaven. I am continuing to miss her and I very seriously doubt she is missing me. I can only imagine what she is experiencing in heaven while she is whole, completely healed, and in the very presence of the One who saved us. Yes, things have changed dramatically for us both.

We were born October 8, 1966, we were saved together July 8, 1976, and we were baptized together October 10, 1976. One day, we will be together again. And on that day, I will be able to add that we are serving our Lord and Savior together.

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