Living Well, Dying Well

Facing Mortality with Faith

Genesis 27:2 (KJV)
And he said, Behold now, I am old, I know not the day of my death:

I think I feel a bit for Isaac about now. At the age of sixty-six, “Behold, I am old…” I saw a sign the other day that read, “I thought growing old would take longer.” I understand that, with modern medicine, people claim that seventy is “the new fifty” or something to that effect. Still, the average age at death hovers around the “three score and ten”[1] God’s Word says is ours. Sixty-six is still “old.”

I feel a bit for Isaac. “Behold I am old.” But Isaac goes further than that. “I know not the day of my death.” As the years creep up, I have had more occasions to think about the death. Many of my friends, people I grew up with — people my age, some younger than me — have already passed.

There is just one absolute on this planet. It is “appointed unto men once to die.”[2] The fool ignores this absolute. The wise look it square on.

Prepare for death.

The mortician might suggest you buy a legacy plan. He’ll offer you options to plan for your own funeral and get what you want to be said and done at your death. What he is really after is your money. He wants to see you buy a funeral service before the fact. He knows he can get more money from you if you plan it before you die than he will get if your family has to pay for it after you die. The Bible says, “let the dead bury the…