Death and illness are still at our doors. We are not guaranteed a long or easy life, even without Covid-19. So what is of utmost importance during this mere breath of a life that we have?
I always thought the answer was to do the maximum amount of things for God, or else. Yet the best investment of my uncertain life is becoming a really good friend of God, as I'm learning from "The Pleasure of His Company" by Dutch Sheets.
God can become
Someone you spend time with, a companion in the ups and downs of life
Someone you can actually trust with your heart and mind
Someone you make comfortable in your life, even if it means changing things
Someone who loves you and who you love back in tangible ways
We were made for this: joyful life that we can't wait to share with others because we have deep, inner peace with our Father.
This is the true mark of a successful life: close, lasting friendship with God. And because of Jesus, it is within reach of every person who wants it, regardless of our talent or abilities or status in life.
We can really be trusted friends of God that He delights in and enjoys spending time with.
My To-Do List for Defying Death
1. Return the anti-aging cream on Wednesday.
No amount of collagen can smooth out the one wrinkle in my 1,000 year life plan: mortality in the face of every effort I make to be firm, unblemished, and glowing.
2. Buy that cake I saw, the one with the butter frosting, and invite Mom and Dad over for a chin-wag.
I need to get to know them as people, not as parents, before they become as frail and needy as babies again. Death will eat us, not the other way around, so let’s have cake, not kale.
3. Finally make that appointment to talk about how I spend.
Invest more in bonds—relationship bonds—the kind that last the ups and downs of life. Get out from under the mountain of debt and contribute.
When I die, I want to owe nothing to nobody and owe everything to God.
4. Sleep. Take Sabbath.
Politely decline the extra committee and the extra cause and the extra coffee it would take to keep my eyelids up. Politely decline trying to save the entire burning down, siren-blaring world on my own.
Because Jesus did save it and will save it, with or without my guilt committee.
5. Talk to the only one Who has lived death experience.
Eat breakfast and talk with Him. Put on my socks and talk with Him. Do every earthly thing with Him and it will become heavenly.
If anyone has pointers on how to cheat Death by paying the full price, it’s Jesus.
6. Go to that funeral, the one I’ve tried to avoid because she looked and acted so much like me.
Listen to the moaning music, the hymns that carried me like a swaddling blanket when I was a child. I will go over Jordan too. I will sing alleluias in glory by and by.
Remember that the chorus goes on, not weakening a note, even after my lips have stopped moving.
7. Plant a seed this spring.
This is me in the ground some day. Dying to live. Rising with a different kind of body, one that will never need the aid of a list such as this.
I will not even think about Death anymore, only the exceeding, full, abundant, teeming, gracious, awesome gift of Life, ever lengthening and expanding into eternity with Him.