Stand on a street corner or take in a big game, attend a concert or take a cruise, run to the mountains or rush out to the coast, watch people on self-improvement trips, attending marriage seminars, or taking self-improvement classes, or alternatively, protesting in the streets any of 10,000 grievances, or visit a mall, an art gallery, or better, fly to New York, walk down Fifth Avenue, see all the people scurrying about like ants, this way and that, hear the interminable honking of busy cabs, and just ask yourself: What do many of these people have in common, be they rich or poor, male or female, young or old, red, yellow, black or white or candy stripe?
In one way or another, all these scenes and many others like them are classic snapshots of our desperate human race doing what we do incessantly: inventing every way imaginable every day to escape our innate fear of being overtaken by death in one or all of its forms.
For those in Christ, that pathetic plight is over. We can drink up life without the hangover. We can tackle its challenges without the fear of being taken down by it. That is because the fear of death neither taunts nor haunts us. For in Christ we have found true and abundant life, even when shadows come calling.