This is my first brush with death.
Sitting here with unstable angina, Ive lived my life with poor health. But this is the first thing which might actually do me in.
I mean, we’re all going to go one day, right? Kick the bucket, shuffle off this mortal coil, etc… etc… I’ve led a good life … up to 44 years old. Reasonably good anyway. But who’s to say I’ve got to make it to the three score years and ten? If I go now, I’m content with how I’ve lived so far. Who knows, if I keep going for another 26 years I could well make some massive mistakes and end badly.
All we leave behind us is reputation, and that only for a few fleeting years. After all, we may all know the name of Monty and the desert rats, but who were the army commanders in the 12th Century Anarchy? (Answers here). Even the greatest reputation is only fleeting.
Job says, in the oldest book in the Bible, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.”
All we take with us is our relationship with God. How we’ve known Him, loved him, grown in character in relationship with him. That stuff will just grow on the ‘other side’. So does it really matter if I stay alive a bit longer? It matters to my nearest & dearest, but in terms of eternal perspective, now is as good a time as any to shuffle off this mortal coil.
Maybe the philosopher Solomon had it right when he said we should just enjoy the simple pleasures of life while we can, and honour God. All else is just meaningless.