Miracle of Life – Miracle of Death


Two recent comments really have me thinking.i always encourage all to read the comments left and not just my endless rambling. I do know that the are at least some that do not.
Dear blogging friends Irene and Lydia have each left very thought provoking comments. They have indeed helped to re Aline my thinking.
For today’s post I am copying their comment with my reply to each.
Irene:
Dear Bill,
Something (someone…..perhaps God?) told me to check back in. Sure am glad I did! I’m not sure how I would react to life-threatening news but I hope and pray that I can make inner peace with it all. I’d like to think that it’s all in the Good Lord’s plan–that I need to leave to make room for someone else to try to make the world a better place. Most of us agree that birth is a miracle…so isn’t death just as much a miracle??
Thinking of you often and praying for you always, Wiseman.
Irene

Irene, my friend so nice to hear from you, it has been a while and you are missed.
You bring up such an interesting point. Birth is a miracle, so isn’t death just such a miracle. I need to give this some real though. Initial thought is I agree. It could be said anytime God steps in to actively take take part in my life, taking me by the hand and leading me onward, leading me to the next life would be a miracle. Only God knows when out time on this earth is done at which time He calls us home. I know God is involved in my life on a daily basis. It is just with these human eyes of mine I rarely can see it. When it comes time for us to pass from this world, God’ hand is at work in a such a obvious way that even these human eyes can see it.
Excellent point. I need time to go over this in my mind.
Thank you
Bill

Lydia:
Hi Bill. Finally taking some time to reply. First on quality of life — your post had me thinking back to my Great-Aunt “Tante Greta” who passed away in the mid-90’s. She lived into her 90’s and was more than ready to pass away due to her quality of life but when a medical emergency came and the ambulance arrived, there was no DNR or living will, and they revived her and she went on to live a few more years. She and others regretted than in years to come (not that people didn’t love her, I think it was just difficult for people to see her continued suffering).

I know that our society has an almost scientific view of medicine, that if an intervention can be done, it should be done, but I would say that it’s not always the case. I’ve heard they used to call pneumonia an “old person’s friend”. I’d imagine that decisions need to be made with much wisdom. In the senior’s home where we sing, there was one resident who fell ill and we felt sure the end was in sight, but she went on to make a recovery (she’s past 90) and is still a lively, fun and engaging participant in our sing-a-longs. So obviously doctors felt intervention would still be more beneficial than detrimental.

I like what Irene wrote about birth being as much a miracle as death. I believe that. A friend of mine lost her husband to cancer a year ago. He was only 54, a doctor still in the prime of his career and a wonderful guy. All were so saddened to lose him. And my friend, though she was torn up with grief, she recounted his process of dying and said it had been a miraculous death. There had been such a sense of God’s presence and even joy. No doubt it will be one of the most profound experiences of her life. What a paradox! My own sister’s death when I was 7 has been a bit like that for me. In a very strange way, I’ve been the closest to her in my family, as all my life I’ve considered her one of my angels guarding me. So who is to say death is not a miracle! A baby being born from the mystery beyond us, and a person passing on to the mystery beyond us, both of these are surely miracles, no doubt with God leading all by the hand, whether coming or going.

Your continued talk about accepting the limitations of life that you can’t change continue to be a witness to me. I still have much to learn in that department. My headaches have been better lately, but I know when I go through another round which “knocks me off my butt”, I really grapple with that acceptance part. I agree it takes a while!

Wow, who’s the rambler today! Thanks for all the thoughts to think about, hope you are enjoying “Terry Fox” day today!

Hi Lydia always nice to hear from you. I thank you for your “ramble”, lol. Please feel free to ramble as much as you like and as often as you like.
I am sorry to hear of your sister’s passing, it must have been difficult being so young. That she may be one of your guardian Angels would not surprise me at all.
I love your statement:
“So who is to say death is not a miracle! A baby being born from the mystery beyond us, and a person passing on to the mystery beyond us, both of these are surely miracles, no doubt with God leading all by the hand, whether coming or going.” I believe that says it all. Our time on this earth is but one cycle of our existence.
You are right our medical system is geared towards keeping our bodies alive. We are in fact not our bodies. We are Spiritual beings merely inhabiting that body during our time on this earth.
Somehow we have to come up with a better understanding of the difference between extending life and extending death.
Thanks again
Bill

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3 Responses to Miracle of Life – Miracle of Death

  1. hilarymb says:

    Hi Bill – what interesting points … I’d never thought about death as a positive – not sure why … but this is a very thought provoking post – loved the two comments from your readers.

    With thoughts – Hilary

  2. lypenner says:

    I’ve still been turning this riddle over and over in my thoughts too lately Bill, this “miracle of birth/miracle of death”. It’s great you kept the ball rolling on this one, it’s worth pondering, like any great mystery and riddle! Another word I love is the word “liminal”. I think the Celts define liminal places as “thin places”, where the dividing line between the holy and the ordinary is very thin and we suddenly see through to the sacred. I think suffering, and the end of life, is one of those thin places where God becomes closer to us. Birth is another thin place. Babies remind us of the sacredness of life, but when I see the seniors in the home where we sing, those faces look sacred to me too. Us “in between-ers” often get stuck in thinking we are strong and don’t need God. Suffering can really suck, but it certainly brings us to our knees in dependence.

    Ok you invited me to become a rambler, so here I go again!! 🙂 Hope you’re both staying dry in all this rain lately! Happy Friday and keep those posts coming.

  3. Mel says:

    Wow….I love that insight that came with the word “liminal”. And how well said. That “thin place” between sacred and the ordinary is a place that truly is miraculous. I wish for that place to become my “usual”. I think it’s true that fear and suffering bring us to that point (though I wish that wasn’t the case). For me, it’s the gift of surrender–that seems to be where that fear and suffering takes me.. Why I struggle so hard to surrender doesn’t make sense, given how everything transforms when I do.

    It’s like looking through the viewfinder of your camera and discovering the miracle there–the colours, the textures, the ordinary that takes on a new perspective…the recognition of where the miracle comes from and the wonder of how it was created. Maybe that’s why being behind the camera is a spiritual experience for me–liminal happens. I certainly get that sense of how sacred the subject is. Now, if I could just maintain that once I put the camera down. LOL!! Maybe I oughta just wear the camera full time! 😉

    I think it’s all about me looking to see where G-d IS. And lemme assure you that I was the world’s foremost authority on where G-d WASN’T. It took the crises to move me. But it was worth every crisis to get to this plateau. And it’s worth every ounce of concerted effort to stay “small” and surrendered and “connected” in my relationship with my Maker.
    I suspect there’s more journeys I’ve yet to take–heck, I’m on one with this chronic pain. But this one is different–I’m not blaming and angry at G-d. I’m not asking “why me”. That’s not to say I like the circumstances. They are what they are– Bit like you, Bill, I accept that’s how it gets to be. It’s always a matter of what I’m going to DO with what it “gets to be”, how will I spend my energy, what will my attitude dictate (cuz I let my attitude get in the way, LOL Go figure). Am I going to look to see where G-d is, or will I look to see where He isn’t. And I can convince myself that G-d isn’t In a lot of circumstances, that’s for sure.
    Just because I don’t get it, doesn’t mean that G-d isn’t in it.

    Maybe it’s all a miracle. Life, death and everything inbetween… Maybe it’s all sacred.
    Maybe we’re all so wrapped up in our own circumstances that we miss the simple fact that ALL of this lifetime, ALL of our relationships, ALL of our opportunities are sacred.
    Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all treated them as the sacred miracles that they are.

    *hugs*
    Thanks for letting me ramble with the rest of ’em. LOL!

    Mel, my dear friend you are back. I can’t tell you how happy that makes. You have been greatly missed by all. Please check your email.
    I am so happy to hear you have reached that plateau achieving an element of peace. Accepting there is a power greater than ourselves actively at work in our lives is humbling. Realizing and accepting that and all that comes with it is difficult. Wow, can I ever relate to that.
    I have come to realize that as I travel down this highway of life, I can come to terms with, deal with what ever I can see coming as pleasant or unpleasant as it may be. I like to see what is coming and face it head on. I know God is at my side and I can face and deal with it. When life throws me an unexpected curve ball, a sharp detour from the road I saw coming. I seem to like fall off the plateau over a deep cliff and struggle. It can take me a while to regain my footing enough to climb back up.
    For you my friend, I can’t even imagine how much more difficult it must be. Pain is a game changer. I have pain at times but nothing comparable to what you endure on a daily basis. You are an inspiration, a hero in my eyes and I am proud of you.
    You have the wheels in this head of mine spinning. You are so right life itself is a miracle. A miracle we all take for granted, failing to recognize every breath we take, every moment of our lives is a miracle.
    So glad you are back my friend.
    Bil

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