This weekend I had the double sorrow of bidding farewell to two brothers: a friend and a cousin. Both cut down in their prime. Two big potentials who had their mortal remains lowered back into the dust but their spirits returned to their Maker. God never designed man to die but sin changed the course of man’s destiny and has guaranteed pain and sorrow from generation to generation.
Yet still, mortality is an acute reminder of our frailty as human beings. We very often focus on things that do not matter. When a man dies on his tombstone or epitaph is written a few words. Very often it is a reference to whom he is survived by. Very rarely will his achievements be mentioned. No matter the amount of wealth, power, status or privilege in death it doesn’t matter. Indeed it is his most important relationships that are mentioned.