We were driving through town when I saw a contraption containing a motor with a seat and a parachute strapped on it. I said, “Hey, Paula, can I buy that thing? Look it has a for sale sign.” I can’t remember her exact words, but it translates to, “Grow up and act your age.” You have a position in this community.” I was deflated, but as usual, she was protecting me from myself.
When my grandsons were young, they would sing the song, “Dumb Ways to Die.” If I had bought that contraption, they could have sung that at my funeral service.
How should we die? Good question.
For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.”
No, I don’t want to go to my eternal rest because of a failed parachute, but I desire to go in service to the Lord.
Give it some thought.
Gary