When I was a child, my mother taught me this common bedtime prayer:
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
I don't know the origin of this prayer, but it expresses the promise of the scripture that "to be away from the body is to be present with the Lord" 2 Corinthians 5:8
Death is a universal, unescapable reality. It is no respecter of persons, happening both to old and young, rich and poor. It is a central feature of all religions, even those worldviews claiming to reject religion. When I was a child, I was afraid to die. This bedtime prayer gave me hope that death was not something to fear. In my teen years, I forgot about death. Of course, I knew it was still a reality, but it seemed so far away. Currently, the inescapability of death comes to mind time and time again. And something close to fear, but not dread. I believe in the resurrection of the dead. But something in me fears the dying process. I wonder when I'm dying– if I'm conscious in those moments– will I be afraid?
I see people in our world doing extraordinary things– Jeff Bezos and other billionaires have their own space shuttles to take themselves to space. Elon Musk wants to colonize Mars and upload human consciousness to the cloud. These ultra-wealthy tech moguls seem to be pushing the boundaries God has assigned for us. The later is something I think most would do if presented with some evidence of its viability. But I would never do such a think. I think it is tantamount to a reject of union with Christ and belief in the resurrection of the dead, ultimately perhaps forfeiting glorification. I know that even if some one day promote the escape of death, I will willing die so that I may meet my Lord. I still have so many questions about death: Why can we not see scientifically what lies beyond death? Why can't we hear from our dead loved ones? I still have fleeting doubts: What if this life is all there is and when we're dead, we're done? Such a thought seems unbearable. I reject this not because of it's unbearable nature, but because, as I said, I believe in the resurrection. I believe the scriptures and the evidence for the resurrection of Christ. Yet, in a secular culture, these thoughts envelope me from time to time. However, as an adult, my hope is refreshed not by a bedtime prayer but by reading the scriptures. And prayer, which admittedly, I should do more.
So what is my relationship with death? It intimidates me, but I will not succumb to fear. Scripture says that Christ has freed us from the power of the devil, among which is the fear of death that all people were previously held captive (Hebrews 2:14-15). I am free. I will meditate on this freedom I have so that when the false promise of escapism or the reality of my mortality is front and center I will smile as I open the door to meet my Lord.