“There will now be a 15-minute interval…”

You can do a lot of thinking while driving. This is what I discovered while driving around the island delivering and marketing my Maths newsletter to primary schools in the past 2 weeks.

One of the things which I got to thinking while driving along the ECP (or was it BKE or KPE or SLE?) was the question of death. I’m not being morbid but I thought of what a friend told me once, that she knows how she is going to die: in an accident. Or what another friend mentioned to me once, that if he could choose the way he would die, he would want to die for a friend. Or when I was reading an article recently on the logical impossibility of the view of annihilation after death, which simply states that we become nothing after we die; we have no more consciousness, no more thoughts, no more us. Zilch. But the other view on the opposite end of the spectrum, that of reincarnation, holds little weight as well. On the one hand, annihilationism postulates an abrupt end to the human self at the moment of death; on the other hand, reincarnation yearns for a relentless never-ending cycle of the human self.

The answer, as always, lies in the middle: that the human self as we know it now ends at death, but the human self goes on for eternity in a different form. The individuality of the human soul that survives and breaks away from the surly bonds of temporal, physical, ageing flesh is necessary to contemplate not only what happens after death, but also what we do now while we are alive. It is knowing that life after death is possible and real that we truly live life before death.

The answer, as always, also lies in the Bible. It is written that “every born again believer should be encouraged not to lose hope in the promise we have in the Holy Scripture which is to be absent of the body is to be present with the Lord.” So as we cross from life to death, I liken it to be like a 15-min interval in between acts in plays, only in this case it is going to be instantaneous…in a twinkling of an eye, or a whisper of a breath.


~ by irwin on January 31, 2009.

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